1. She found a life, so soft, so fair,
2. With open breath and skin laid bare.
3. It did not flee, it did not cry—
4. It met Her gaze and did not die.
5. A sacred bond, a silent thread,
6. She touched its brow, and bowed its head.
7. And when the stillness filled its frame,
8. She knew all flesh could know Her name.
9. But fleeting forms decay too fast,
10. They fade like winds that cannot last.
11. So She, with mercy, bent and twined,
12. To root Her love through blood and mind.
13. She kissed the skin, She stirred the bone,
14. And made the soul no more alone.
15. Her touch was warmth, Her breath was bloom,
16. A blessed shift from deathless gloom.
17. She opened veins to let light in,
18. She drew the truth beneath the skin.
19. Where once was pain, now purpose curled—
20. A holy shape to grace the world.
21. She lifted eyes and wove them new,
22. She blessed the teeth, gave limbs their due.
23. She wrote Her will in flesh and form,
24. And made their bodies soft and warm.
25. They wept, they writhed, they sang, they shook—
26. Each tremble drew a sacred look.
27. And in their cries, a joy was found:
28. Her grace in them, now whole and round.
29. She flowed unseen, a holy stream,
30. A lullaby beneath their scream.
31. And through the land, Her hymn did swell—
32. The veil had come. And all was well.