I emerge from the womb, into the light. The cord is severed. First breath with virgin lungs. I am gathered up, washed, weighed, wrapped. I do not return to this place -there is no going back. Into a tapestry of richly woven cords I am flung. I bleed -Cancer, Confusion, Conflict. I see -Death, Destruction, Deliverance. I breathe -Heaven, Hope, H e a l i n g. The tapestry bursts brilliant. The Weaver grins.
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