If birth were a temple
If birth were a temple
my body is religion, and this small form
twisting out of me,
is
prayer
my cries
reach birth’s vaulted
ceilings,
arching like my back over holy
waters,
crystal clear salt of amniotic
my womb–a blessing bowl
releases
her treasure.–Nane Ariadne Jordan
I came across this beautiful poem in an anthology of prayers and readings called Talking to Goddess, edited by D’vorah Grenn.
Talk Birth 
Thank you for sharing this lovely poem!
/From a doula colleague in Sweden 🙂
Hi Molly, we really need to connect somehow, this is my poem – i discovered your blog a few months ago, after reading your essays on the ‘feminism and religion’ blog – and i was very moved to read such a sister spirit – do we ever share a combined passion for birthy-earthy-goddess-ritual-arts-scholarship-women’s spirit! i actually just came across your quoting of the poem here today, thank you for sharing it, its wonderful it got out there this way, it was picked up by another blogger through this blog….anyway, i decided it was time for me to say hello!