The wind in her long brown hair
Her heart beating against the unknown
Listening to the silence
So sacred
That one could hear the whispers of angels
In realms above.
Her womb pulsed to every story in creation.
Slowly, she became the silence itself
As all her fears dissolved into a grace
So peaceful
She clasped her hands and blew
A kiss to the only God she knew
That could make this hallowed dream possible.