You & I, impregnated.
Man, Woman, Child, the same.
A seed planted.
A voice whispering…for release, life, breath…a tomorrow.
The bellowing of a soul, a gift rich with color, originality, uniqueness all its own.
Awaiting entry.
Awaiting more than a chance at life, but a chance to breath, eat, taste, know.
Do we know? Our seed? The one that announces with aching within us, with wailing, & birth pains, & groans that only the fertile can know?
But yet, worse….so much worse, the barrenness of nothingness.
Not a child, but a dream.
The emptiness of a soul, of hope.
The destitute desert of lost.
The open air, the endless skies.
The treasure chest with nothing inside.
Yet, close your eyes…..You can know…what it was like to be a child.
The chance to hope.
The image of a created thing, the divine impartation of greater things.
Awaken seed. Awaken life. A dream created.
Our dreams inside.
