She Hung There

She Hung There

It was time
did she really understand
what it meant?
I think not…

“Still,” she set her silky
tent
She spun it round and round herself—
it was a ‘perfect’ fit…for now

She thought to herself…
I could stay like this forever
BUT…something began to happen
in the silent, waking months

Her cocoon, a warm safe haven
was simply too snug
so she pushed, stretched, and caught her
breath…yes~~~she heard her breath

She burst from her dwelling
a hidden womb tucked in
the branches of a
tender tree

The tent…now an empty
tomb
and she a ‘transforming’ image
of the One who first formed
her to Be

 

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