When we see ourselves as creations
Knitted together by the Creator
In mother's wombs & father's dreams…
When we let go and allow ourselves
To love what the Creator has created
Our strength and vulnerability...
When we dare to reach out
And touch the hem of the garment
Brave enough to ask for what we need…
When we place our hands
Alongside the hands of angels
And roll the stone away…
Perhaps the tombs of our fear will open
To a rushing in of the breath of Sophia
And dry bones will be filled with new life…
Oooh, to be willing participants
In our own emancipation!
Oooh, to risk coming fully alive!
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