Divine Breath: Each genesis daunts us; Each sunrise rekindles us. We cross thresholds into young stories. One step brings hope, the other shouts doubt. O God, midwife us into our beginnings. We long for familiarities; We recognize possibilities. Rowing between tides of transformation and resistance. O God, midwife us into our beginnings. Our roots stretch tender into this new soil; Our fabrics are patterned with colored strands. This unknown country will reveal itself one heartbeat at a time. O God, midwife us in all our beginnings.

Divine Breath:
Each genesis daunts us; Each sunrise rekindles us.
We cross thresholds into young stories.
One step brings hope, the other shouts doubt.
O God, midwife us into our beginnings.

We long for familiarities;
We recognize possibilities.
Rowing between tides of transformation and resistance.
O God, midwife us into our beginnings.

Our roots stretch tender into this new soil;
Our fabrics are patterned with colored strands.
This unknown country will reveal itself one heartbeat at a time.
O God, midwife us in all our beginnings.

Keri Wehlander, Beginnings

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