November 24, 2007
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DELIBERATE BARRENNESS
Yesterday's post reminded me of a conversation I had with a young lady in my high school classes my second year of teaching (at a local Christian school). She declared that she didn't ever want to have children because it would keep her from becoming who she really was. I wrote this poem after that conversation. It's obviously not about people who can't have children -- that's from God -- but about those who can but refuse, for selfish reasons.
Of Her Who Desired No Children
Before my years could multiply,
I chose to make their center me;
I saw I might be hindered by
My own fertility.I felt the rise within me and
I knew I was a spring, and yet
I wished to feel no demand
From what I might beget.I stopped the flow; I'd be a spring
Without it. Now I weep because
I didn't know I killed the thing
That made me what I was.I cannot, now my years have fled,
Say without tears, to any man,
That I have been a riverbed|
Where water never ran.A fountain, lying deep in dust;
A channel by no current laved;
A ground that gives no harvest, just
The barrenness I'd craved.For years I kept me blind, nor knew
What I had missed, or (what was worse)
That I had fallen victim to
My own eternal curse.--Wes Callihan
May 1986
Comments (4)
Wow... I really like that poem. I'm not sure what else to say, except that is well written and quite poignantly true. Thanks for posting it!
I love the poem, and I agree. I was actually just thinking about this the other day...and...meditating a lot:). Thanks for posting it!
Last night on the drive home Jordan and I were having a conversation about hopes and dreams and things that we get excited about. He asked if I had any deep hopes and dreams for my life and mentioned that he couldn't remember hearing me ever talk about such. I said that was because all these years I have already been living my greatest dream - that of having children and raising a family, being able to stay home and nurture and enjoy my children, and help them grow into godly men and women. How could having children keep me from becoming who I really am? They have made me who I really am - a mom. What an honor.
That's so powerful...and so very true.
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