Wednesday, December 3, 2008

A Midwife

I want to be a midwife too.
Socrates started it.
Kierkegaard encouraged it.
If I could help people give birth to their own faith
Bring them to the edge of the cliff and be near them as they realize they must jump.
If I could help someone have a baby of faith
Then they would be able to live in two realms at once.
They would be able to see themselves in their baby
They would see themselves act in the world flawlessly
But they would know themselves to be firmly grounded in another
Their own body would testify that they must live in the infinite
Where there is infinite possibilities within the true infinity defined by trinity
Their own body is caught up within infinity
While a part of themselves; their child, flawlessly discovers the world with their innocence
The parent teaches the child who they are
But the parent is no parent without the child
They require each other
The baby who started out with boring bubbles and giggles
Grow into an adult run by what must be - I think they call this responsibility
Oh! But once that grown child has a baby!
It must be that they know two worlds!
The adult has a life; but it is the baby!
So faith is born out of that ethical one who has born the aestetic
And what a miricle it is.
And how natural it is that all should be this way.
A birth is no small act of God. For without him it is impossible.
Yet every ordinary birth happens this way.
As for me I stand on both ends of the abyss
I stand in the world while I becon the jumper from beyond.
Only the faithful one can be a midwife
Otherwise they might drop the baby directly after birth, having left to help another
Or they also might only show up at the last moment (coming from a party no doubt) when all the pain is over only to realize that the drama is gone and they have lost the experience and are never able to understand how the baby came.
Yes. A midwife must be faithful.
And their faith in God causes this
For no one can have faith except by relation to One beyond themselves.
And no one can give life except by the the one who gave it to them to despense
The currency is none other than seen every day
But life is dependant on love
And only a dependant life can realize
That love is the movement
That causes the baby
For I cannot believe a baby is born any other way.

1 comments:

Unknown said...

Emily:

What a beautiful piece. It is poetry shot through with the living Word of Scripture. It bespeaks, you might say, the poetics of faith. Upon reading this I was immediate pressed to read the words of Mark 10:13-16.

Incidentally, I have a piece of philosophical reflection on motherhood written by a feminist psychoanalyst (influenced by Kierkeaard) named Julia Kristeva that you might find interesting in relation to what you've written here. The piece is called "Stabat Mater" and it is in her book Tales of Love. If you remind me, I'll try to retrieve it for you.