Life: a poem

“Incompatible with life.”
Was it truly so?
Was your existence opposed to life itself? Incapable of existence and meaning?
Outside the womb, perhaps.
A weakening heart.
Lungs without breath. 

But your life made mine richer.
I savored your kicks.
I sung over you.
I felt you move each night before falling asleep.

Compatible–to be capable of existing in harmony–describes your life and mine. 

You gave me new life. 

Through your brief life, I found a deeper dependence on the Giver of all life.
A more desperate reliance on Christ-
the way, the truth
and the Life.