God birthed my womb

And named her Grace.

He stood there 

Imbued with glory

Witnessing my own miracle

As I birthed a thousand more.

Ancestors they would become

After stewarding an emptiness

Upon a lonely earth.

A barren land

Of inner and outer worlds

Unseen until creation was given a voice.

Oh Grace,

You gave this earth humanity.

And how have we returned that gift?

I honestly don’t know how to answer that.