Nine months to ponder.
A pregnancy of sort.
God-with-us grew within us in this time.
He kicked and we responded.
Faith developed. Hope took shape
in the poetry of Life that didn't rhyme.
In this season of gestation,
what's been born was birthed by pain.
Yet the pangs of COVID have not been in vain.
Midst the trials, there've been blessings.
In the challenges, good change.
And though there've been some losses,
we've had gains.