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The One born to us
Is a small green shoot
breaking through the snow,
Is a foal born to the wild mare,
Is a nest of sea turtle children,
Is a rubber tree in the Amazon
A quarter ton whale
A coven of bees glistening
from the sweet Queen’s body –
Is a human child
In an African plain,
In a New York alley,
Is you, is me, each one
Not less worthy
Of adoration and praise,
For God born in every living
New beginning needs the same
Nurture of loving kindness
To grow strong and happily
Into its true self.
– Alla Renee Bozarth
radically loved 