Image credit: Vadim Sadovski/

Image credit: Vadim Sadovski/

The universe is aching
Full and pregnant with possibility
Birthing new worlds
Far above our sight
No telescope can see
The celestial writhing and delight
This Holy night

A fecund revolution
Dying stars have sacrificed
Their souls to feed
A new born child
Rock and fire formed
No love or loss could here requite
This Holy night

Mere consciousness is breaking
Androgyny and progeny
Dreaming new forms
Made of hope and light
We’ll never understand it
How its teeth will gnash and bite
This Holy night

(c) Helen Valentina 2017

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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2 Responses to Birthing

  1. Makes you want to look away but can’t.

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