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“A humanização do nascimento não representa um retorno romântico ao passado, nem uma desvalorização da tecnologia. Em vez disso, oferece uma via ecológica e sustentável para o futuro” Ricardo H. Jones

sexta-feira, 4 de novembro de 2011

The Birthsong



The night is still, the moon full and bright

She feels it approaching, her belly once again tight

All is in ready the time’s finally come

She’s hoping her baby will be here by the rising of the sun.



The song begins gently, moving slowly at first

The courage, the fear, the love, the hope and the mirth

Some sing quite softly and some loud and strong

Their babies emerge as they sing the Birthsong



Time becomes frozen as woman by woman, birth by birth

They’re all connected through their bodies & songs

It knows no boundaries, no colour, no races

It fills all their bodies, their hearts, souls and faces.

The sounds of each woman as she sings the Birthsong



Her breathing grows faster as each new wave moves within

She remembers to let go, to surrender again

She opens her eyes and sees her partner, her lover, her friend

Remembering with tenderness their choice to begin



The song begins gently, moving slowly at first

The courage, the fear, the love and the hope

Some sing quite softly and some loud and strong

Their babies emerge as they sing the Birthsong



Time becomes frozen as woman by woman, birth by birth

They’re all connected through their bodies & songs

It knows no boundaries, no color, no races

It fills all their bodies, their hearts, souls and faces.

The sounds of each woman as she sings the Birthsong



The songs been completed the babe’s in her arms

Both teary eyed parents are moved by it’s charms

The song appears ended at least in this room

But I’ll hear it eternal with other bright moons.



The song begins gently, moving slowly at first

The courage, the fear, the love, the hope and the mirth

Some sing quite softly and some loud and strong

Their babies emerge as they sing the Birthsong



Time becomes frozen as woman by woman, birth by birth

They’re all connected through their bodies & songs

It knows no boundaries, no color, no races

It fills all their bodies, their hearts, souls and faces.

The sounds of each woman as she sings the Birthsong



~ Dana Beardshear



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