A poem for now

I sometimes think that our current church debates would be tempered if we had a bit more humility.

Here is a poem I recently came across

Maternity

I gave birth to life.
It went out of my entrails
and asks for the sacrifice of my life
as does an Aztec deity.
I lean over a little puppet,
we look at each other
with four eyes.
“You are not going to defeat me,” I say.
“I won’t be an egg which you would crack
in a hurry for the world,
a footbridge that you would take on the way to your life.
I will defend myself.”
I lean over a little puppet,
I notice
a tiny movement of a tiny finger
which a little while ago was still in me,
in which, under a thin skin,
my own blood flows.
And suddenly I am flooded
by a high, luminous wave
of humility.
Powerless, I drown.

—Anna Swir, translated from the Polish by Czeslaw Milosz and Leonard Nathan

Comments

Ah yes, I have been there thrice.