Wheeling Gull Isle tristraka

You have encircled me behind and in front, and placed Your hand upon me.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me; it is too high, I cannot comprehend it.

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There is a time for everything, and the time came for them to live beyond the warmth within the embrace of their mother's womb. Simeon came first, a ball of sand and earth wrapped up in all the Lord had given him to survive.

He choked once before he felt the fluids wiped away. Given, and taken away, yet given something greater in return.

Breath filled the little boy's lungs. Air, both cool and sharp, and he cried out for that warmth that had once embraced him.

There, she curled around him again. There, familiarity surrounded him, too, in the gentle press of three other bodies. Warm, like him. Slightly soggy, like him. Breathing, hearts beating.

Three months since his book was opened.

Today, a new page turned: day 62, when lungs are given life.

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My frame was not hidden from You when I was made in secret,
      and skillfully formed in the depths of the earth;
Your eyes have seen my formless substance;

And in Your book were written all the days that were ordained for me,

  when as yet there was not one of them.
How precious also are Your thoughts for me, God!
  How vast is the sum of them!
Were I to count them, they would outnumber the sand.
  When I awake, I am still with You.