In a fetal position, she awakes. Another day, she thinks. Lord do something, she says.
In a fetal position, she awakes. Not today, she thinks. Lord stop this whatever it takes, she says.
In a fetal position, she awakes again. Will today be the day, she thinks. Lord I’m afraid to hope, she says.
In a fetal position she awakes. What will today be like, she thinks. I can’t possibly go on, Lord…where are you?
She sits up, hangs her feet over her bed. Something is amiss. ..”This isn’t my bed.” She is in the folds soft flesh. Looking up, she sees a brilliant light. “IT is me, the I am. I am holding you. Always have. Always will. Be still my child, be still.”