The Babe In The Womb

This is my home; This is my own; I am alone; No one’s welcome! It is all free For ten months’ time; My sweet home prime, Where I must be! On watery bed, I sleep for hours; And time does pass, And I’m not dead! I have no shocks; I roll about; I do not shout; I get no knocks! A home, my size; I grow, it grows; God is my Boss; Things are so nice. With door just shut, None come inside; With God beside, My splendid hut! And this is where I must stay on, Until I’m born, And need some air! All is silent; There is no light; Things are quite bright; I pay no rent! God talks to me; Calls me by name; Reminds my aim; To me sweetly. I need no food; The Lord feeds me A meal bloody; And things look good. My mother calls; I hear her not; To sleep, I’ve got; There are no falls! I am all nude; A satin-sheet, Covers me neat, To keep my mood! My eyes are closed; I cannot see With clarity; But I am poised; God loves me much; He watches me So tenderly, With magic touch. I dream of days, Of life on earth, After my birth, If born, in case! I want to see The world God made; I wish to wade In earthly sea! I wish to feel The sun’s great heat, And place my feet Like gliding eel. All seems so well; Will I be born? Will I be torn Apart, like hell? I have a life Like everyone; I want some fun, Despite some strife! I hear of laws Preventing birth, On recent earth, Where man is boss! Could they kill me? I am afraid; I am God-made To live freely! Don’t make the womb, A slaughter-house; I bear no grouse; Don’t build my tomb! Have mercy, God! I wanna live; My love, I’ll give; Spare me from rod. Have pity, mum! Don’t you love me? I love to see You, dad at home! Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-25-2009