In the beginning, though completely unaware,
a woman’s body breathes a quickened zygote.
Not the woman nor the potential know, care,
because unknown, potential is all they’ve got.
Later, when both grow and become conscious
of the world and each other, in their own way.
After months, as potential molded out of dust,
grows, is defined as being, changes every day.
Until the cold, bright shock, the stark descent,
Brought forth through pain and valiant effort.
When air becomes breath, a connection is rent,
seeks spirit reunion, mundane, of great import.
Peace is Purpose, Nonviolence is Strength, Diversity is Unity, Empathy is Empowerment
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