We are made of time.
Beings of the past, and present. Generations
molded as we step into the future.
Stemmed from roots as far back
to our mother's womb. We have felt love
and pain before we could even
gasp for a breath of fresh air.
We hid in her shadows,
and rode her waves of emotion.
We have been taught compassion since
we carried the burdens of our mother’s hearts...
Her tears have quenched our thirst.
She filled our bellies of hunger
with care and grace.
We were connected by the triple braided cord
that cannot be easily broken. Our hearts
yoked, beating to the symphony orchestrated
by God's breath.
As He knitted us in her, it's like He simultaneously created
a new her, so that we could both synchronously live an image of Him.
Equally worthy of chance.
Equally worthy of love.
Equally worthy of life.
Worthy of being born again.