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Thursday, August 2, 2012

rebirth


Soft darkness wraps its hands around me
Touching my shoulders ever so slightly
I let go of all thought and inhale dry air
rocking myself into slumber

A stroke of wind dishevels my hair
I tremble in surprise and it withdraws 
I sit up and pray in silence, hoping
For something I have yet to know

A stork flies through the night 
Startled, I stare into obscurity
A baby’s cry pierces the air
“A newborn”, I think; “how lovely”