His Gracious Promise

The Great Sea’s aquamarine waters 
were caressing my toes, 
leaving traces of salt 
upon my turquoise nail polish.
I was staring at the foaming waves, 
savoring the joyful news 
about a baby in my womb
—a long awaited miracle.
I was processing my fears 
that my babe’s heart may beat 
but one season under my heart, 
just like it was the last time. 
Will I be able to embrace my child, 
breastfeed him, sing him lullabies?
The sun's rays among the waves 
were playing with the grains of sand 
between the stones and shells
—in them I saw a cozy church 
in a small Greek village, 
me and my husband lighting a candle 
to thank the Lord
for giving us another chance.
I raised my eyes up to the heaven 
and put the candle into the sandy vase 
next to the myriad of other flames 
weeping their innermost prayers. 
My candle flame’s reflection intertwined 
with a rainbow mesh upon the shallow water, 
where I saw an egg-like stone 
with a curious pattern, 
etched on its white surface
—number nine. 
I withdrew it from the water, 
marveling at the beautiful gesture
 of the Almighty God
—a gracious promise of my motherhood. 
Hallelujah! My God, you’re so good!

“By faith even Sarah herself received ability to conceive, even beyond the proper time of life, since she considered Him faithful who had promised.”

Hebrews 11:11, Holy Bible
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