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I AM PREGNANT WITH HOPE by Cheryl Anne Bratman

All dreams hold meaning...

While it is true that all dreams hold meaning that can be riddled out if we do the work, occasionally I will have a dream that contains a clarity I awaken with and immediately have a sense of at least a facet of its meaning and message. The following piece is the child of such a dream. The title is the declaration I spoke aloud upon waking. 



I am Pregnant with Hope
Cheryl Anne Bratman

Shining Light
Bright One
Hope Embodied 
Rolling Within 
I carry You
small as I am 

All Splendor contained
warm in the Womb
nourished in the Depth
of Feminine Mystery
Fragile Flesh knit
round Bone grown from
Divine Unity 

The Very Sun 
in skeletal form
The Celestial Sea
to flow through 
Tiny Veins 

Guiding Stars
to cast the Glance 
of Highest Compassion 
through Human Eyes
so clear and bright
as to split the dark night 
of every soul
and lead Us Home

All This Wonder
tumbling and tickling 
inside; filling me 
with Radiance
I cannot hide 
and Which
demands Release

With All My Love
and All My Strength
I offer you 
The Shining Light
The Bright One 
Embodied Hope
The Birth of Peace.

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Cheryl Anne Bratman: s a very young girl, I discovered the magic of turning my observations and swirling thoughts and feelings into poems and songs. The love of language; spoken, sung, and written, and also the silent language of presence, has remained through all life's twists and turns. I am a lover and celebrant of the elements and seasons of the Heart and Soul, of Earth and Spirit; finding All Life to be sacred. I deeply enjoy the privilege of sharing my life with three beloved children and a few more than three beloved friends. Presently I work in the field of in-home elder care and companioning. My greatest joy is found in being with those I so dearly love, and in the embrace and beauty of Nature. 


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