The womb of creation
Those words nest in my mind
And shiver down my limbs

(I have resisted Googling the phrase
I suspect it is a rather common imagery
But not to me)

Listening 
Christmas morning
To the start of John’s insight
Sitting behind my mother
My 99 year old mother
In the sunlit activities room
Attending Mass
In the assisted living unit

In the beginning 
God exhaled Their Word
Into the void
And the void was no more

In the beginning 
God’s Word
Was the womb of creation

And then again
Later
In Mary’s womb
Was the Word of creation