a prayer tonight
for those who are holding the promise of new life
(of whatever kind)
inside them

tiny cells and a heartbeat,
a barely formed idea,
a story still yet without words

holding already a fingerprint and a soul, unique and unrepeatable

a beginning too early to speak of
as if the telling – even in a whisper -
would break the fragile membrane that holds it together

hold it fast with fierce passion
hold it gently with holy love