But Of Birthing – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Hope sleeps in our bones like a bear waiting for spring to rise and walk.” Marge Piercy

But Of Birthing

Have you ever noticed a chrysalis evolve,
or seen a chicken lay an egg or watched a
woman give birth, surely that is precious
and privileged in the nature of things,
the mystery of life at its most raw,
a beautiful exposure of vulnerability pure,
but of birthing, what is said of the inner,
what is being birthed within me, through me,
what transforms, what grows, as I navigate 
this amazing world?

Copyright 2021 ยฉPaul Vincent Cannon
All Rights Reserved ยฎ


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26 responses to “But Of Birthing – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

  1. That is a fantastic question and perspective, Paul.


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  2. Yes, inner birthing is miraculous, but I don’t think we give it much thought.

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  3. precious and priceless! ๐Ÿ’–

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Yes to all

    Sent from my iPhone


    Liked by 1 person

  5. Great question! Sometimes I wonder what will be revealed to me. The what, where, and who within me that is yet to come.

    Liked by 1 person

  6. It’s’ LIFE ‘! Very delicate presentation of Continuation of Life!

    Liked by 1 person

  7. Amy

    I wonder sometimes… Beautifully said.

    Liked by 1 person

  8. Charis Counselling

    A beautiful challenge to us all



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