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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