The tenderness and vulnerability I felt as this mother and baby series arrived touched me deeply and this prayer poem tumbled out of my heart during the creative process.

Prayer Poem by Bronwen Mayer Henry

Am I the mom?
Am I the baby?

What is it to be the holder and the held?
Do we ever stop being both?

Is a baby selfish and a mom generous?
Is a mom selfish and a baby generous?

Enough with terms and ideas.
Just be.
In it.
Consumed.
Delivered.

Beginning. Failing.
Beginning again.

Never stop holding.
Never stop being held.

Be the holder and the held.
Both crying out.

Be the holder and the held. 
Both new.

Be the holder and the held. 
Both unsure, fragile, uncomfortable.

Be the holder and the held. 
Both crossing a threshold.

Be the holder and the held. 
Both witness to the Divine.

Be the holder and the held. 
Both tender, afraid, surrounded by love.

Be the holder and the held. 
Both filled with limitless potential.

Be the holder and the held. 

Original Acrylic on Canvas
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12” x 36”
(c) Bronwen Mayer Henry
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