Clothed with the Sun

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They stare at me

at my belly

cold stones in their eyes.

He stirs

comforts me

blooms warm.

I pray .


He sings

I can feel him

angels surround me

their wings soft fluttering.

I close my eyes

hear their angelic hymn of praise.

I look up to the night sky


So clear

stars echoing their ancient stories

shining so bright

so bright.

His joy illuminates my face.

Humming psalms, rocking

peace washes over and through.

He kicks

makes me laugh

My King, my love, my savior

My boy.



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