Birthing Season

The birthing of the bursting.

The bursting of the birthing.

It’s birthing season.

Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop.

For you shall be a Pop to many. To so many.

Isaiah 54:1-3

“Rejoice with singing, you barren one!

You who have never given birth, burst into a song of joy and shout, you who have never been in labor!

For the deserted wife will have more children than the married one,” says Yahweh.

“Increase is coming, so enlarge your tent and add extensions to your dwelling.

Hold nothing back! Make the tent ropes longer and the pegs stronger.

You will increase and spread out in every direction.

Your sons and daughters will conquer nations and revitalize desolate cities.

One and then immediately another.

Two and then immediately another two.

Four and then immediately another four.

Bursting forth high into the atmosphere.

My unique fruit bursts forth from the driest ground.

The uplifting.

The uplifting of expectation.

The lifting up.

The rising up.

Far from ordinary.

One connected to another like a bead.

Connected yet free to spin.

Unloading and uplifting.

Not a shipwreck but by design.

An offloading of my gifts.

Fresh, shining boxes of different shapes and sizes.

For the box does not confine but serves to present, is merely the means of presentation.

For the packaging brings buoyancy, serves to lift up the gift.

In a variety of colours. Gift wrapped. Personally gift wrapped.

Connected but operating individually.

Gifts flowing together in my flow. Individually boxed but it is obvious from whence they come.