THE INCUBATOR

Inside the heated incubator,

   the squirming baby took breaths.

 

Through the narrow cyclinder

   she absorbed life-saving fluids

   and wiggled frail limbs.

 

Her eyes squeezed tight

   as if to shut out the world

   and labor at her might.

 

That incubator, that warmth

    that progress spawned

    that state of the art housing

    but God gets the glory.