When She Moves

by Meredith McCay
St. Paul's School of YouTheology
June 2009

When my child moves inside me
I feel my heart speed up.
My soul is full of love
For a child I do not know.

My heart blossoms with possibility
As each day brings me closer
Close to beauty
Closer to know

Yet each time I sing with joy
He comes knowing at my door
He feeds me lies and makes me cry.
He shows me pain inside.

He asks me what if she isn’tnormal.
I say I will love her more
He asks if she never comes
I say I will mourn her soul.
He asks me if I will fail
I say God will see me through.
He asks what if she hates me.
I say I do not know.

And when he leaves I am proken on the floor
But Christ sweeps up the pieces
That no matter who she is
Whether brown haried or blue eyed
Or short or thin or gay or alone
Or wrong or brilliant or dim or loud
Whether joyour or sad I will
Always love her more.

For she is the child that moves
The child I love now
She is the joy of my life
When she moves.