On this very fine day
a tiny flower blossomed
from where she came
there was no longer room
her stay was complete
loved ones longed to see her face
with their arms they would embrace
the flower they were given
on this very fine day in May…
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful, I know that full well.
My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in that secret place.
When I was woven together in the depths of the earth,
your eyes saw my unformed body.
All the days ordained for me
were written in your book
before one of them came to be