You are free,
Free from the tree that damns you to a mouthful of sour grapes.
You are safe.
Safe from the cutting edge taste of his past
You are blessed
Blessed by pierced hands stretched down to a hand undeserving
You are covered
Covered by the warm blanket of eternal love
I pray for you.
That you will never meet a man from Adam
That your eyes will forever be lit up with joy and laughter
That the aeons of peaceful waiting that keep you, preserve you for a new path.
That “the one”will only seek to preserve your heart
And though he has roamed around with you, tied in loins askew, crushed on a thousand bodies before he let you grow in one,
Your smooth face and supple cheeks shall know no prickly tears.
I severe you from his restless loins today and I connect you to the maker of your days.
Your life will shine forth only glory.
The shame is taken away,
end of story.
I may never meet you child in his loins,
But I choose to set you free.