The waiting seems interminable.

I am afraid.

She should not

Be giving birth

This far from home.

What if something goes wrong?

If I cannot help her?

I want to be in control,

Make it right.

But this has long gone

From my grasp

And even

From my understanding

And there are moments of doubt.

God, are you really in this?

It seemed so real

But now slips from clarity

Amid the mist of anxiety

That envelops me.

God make me worthy

for this task

That you have given me