Welcome. This is a new series of unpublished poetry called Bloom: A season of grief and gratitude. The free introduction to this series is here. I hope these poems touch something inside your heart beyond words and weave a tapestry of connection between all of us. 💗
Hello.
This poem is a love letter from a mother to a son, written for all of us. If you have ever doubted your belonging, your rightness, or purpose, know you are meant to be.
“You are a song we are still
learning to sing, a dance
not yet choreographed
You are a rare and holy thing.”
Your imperfections and failures are cause for Love to whisper, “Hallelujah.” Your dark is needed as much as your light. And you are wanted here.
I wrote “Miracle” in the early stages of pregnancy as a blessing of unconditional love, reassurance, and protection for Noah. May it offer you the same.
Miracle
Darling, it is inevitable that some people will call you “Mistake,” before you’ve ever entered this world, branding your body before it is yet fully formed But I want you to know, for every mouth curled in shame, for every time someone says “Mistake,” I will say, “Miracle” For every whispered “Oops,” I will say, “Hallelujah” I will sing words of love into your just-beating heart so that when your lungs meet oxygen for the very first time you will know, you are wanted You, are a celebration Darling, it’s true your arrival is unexpected, that sometimes I struggle to make a meal plan and I’m not exactly sure how to plan for this It’s true that your Dad is so surprised, he’s given up trying to control or predict anything and once you meet him you will understand what a big deal that is We are scared We are not sure how to proceed But our love is as big as this is fast Our hearts are as steady as this is uncertain Our hands might shake at the speed of the expansion of our little Universe but know this: you are an overflow of all that is good in us You are a song we are still learning to sing, a dance not yet choreographed You are a rare and holy thing, a pinprick of light, growing bigger every day Darling, it is a dark world I cannot shelter you from that for long But you, child of my womb, know that dark isn’t always bad and light can sometimes harm Remember, you are as much soil as you are star and we will navigate this gravity together
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You are meant to be.
You are meant to be here.
You are meant to be exactly who you are.
While I was working on this post, I was listening to Spotify and heard this song from Tom Rosenthal, which complimented the poem perfectly.
If you have a little extra time, this video from him captures the love, exhaustion, and messiness of parenthood beautifully.
Thank you for listening and reading. Until next week.
All my love,
Mariah
P.S. Here is a link to the replay of our Winter Solstice Gathering, a free offering for paying members of Heartbeats. I loved the messages that came through the tarot cards for this season. There’s also a meditation, some poetry, and a few journal prompts for you. If you listen, I’d love to know what resonates for you. ✨
Miracle