Sacred

I am a god.

I am taller than the trees and stronger than the wind. My arms are a steel circle of safety and a single glance can evoke joy or pain.

I am all-seeing.

I am the gatekeeper to the mysteries of the universe. I decide when the sun rises and when the night falls. I hold the keys to the all the magic of nature.

I am an alchemist.

I am capable of creating delicious nectar from raw materials. Ambrosia flows from my hands. I create calm during a storm. I am a granter of wishes and a keeper of hopes. I make that which is wet, dry. I conjure the muses of art, music and beauty. I banish the dark with my illuminating powers.

I am everywhere at once. My power is all-encompassing.

My child's life rests in the palm of my hand. Her golden heart was brought to life from my very own body. In her eyes I am omniscient.

O, this heady power! This sacred responsibility!

How I hope to be worthy.


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This post was written as part of the July Blog Exchange by my wonderful partner, Mrs. Chicken:

Mrs. Chicken is a freelance writer and WAHM to The Poo. She is learning to endure the flatlands while her husband earns his doctorate at A Huge Midwestern University. She blogs with dreadful regularity at Chicken And Cheese. She sends a great big cheesy shout-out to Lara for hosting her. Go see what Lara's up to at CAC today!