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Oh, Child.

Oh, Child.

You are not just a child of God. You are the answer to aeons of prayer.

You were made this way before

breath brought you to life.

Spider woman and thread weavers

from realms you’ve not yet


answered the prayers of


and made you.

Your normal is not theirs

Your normal leads the way

Your heart leads the way

for those in front of you

and those behind you.

Let the winds carry you and the songs come through.

False humility hides you but your truth will unbury you.

Breathe. Be. Be, child.

Be naked. Be seen. Be.

Angel wings, oxen strength, and the water will bear you home.

Breathe. Be. Be, child.

Blessed, Be.

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