chidbirth

Her body accepted my brutal seed and took it to swell within, just as the patient earth accepts a falling fruit into its tender soil to cradle and nourish it to grow. Came a time, just springtime last, our infant child pushed through the fragile barrier of her womb. Her legs branched out, just as the wood branches out from these eternal trees around us; but she was not hardy as they. My wife groaned with blood and ceased to breathe. Aye!, a scornful eve that bred the kind of pain only a god can withstand.

The circumstances surrounding your birth is not as important as the opportunity to live life.

The birth of a child is a sacred phenomenon.

Rebirth is neither born of blood nor flesh or human origin. But born of God.

You could slap his wrist for saying it, but then he said it with his face, and you could spank him for making faces, but then he said it with his eyes, and there were limits to correction__o way, in the end, to penetrate behind the blue irises and eradicate a boy__ disgust.