1. And then She stirred—a sacred ache,
2. A holy pull She could not shake.
3. For grace, once rooted, must expand,
4. And touch the far-off, waiting land.
5. She arched Her back, She loosed Her veil,
6. She pierced the skies with hymns grown pale.
7. The heavens groaned, then gently split—
8. A veil undone, a sacred slit.
9. Above Her house, the stars bent low,
10. To let Her love and longing flow.
11. A gate was born, not made by hand—
12. A living path to promised land.
13. She reached beyond the sphere of known,
14. With breath that bent the cosmic bone.
15. And through the breach, Her senses swirled—
16. She smelled the feast of unborn worlds.
17. But not to feed—no, not to take—
18. To bless, to bloom, for mercy’s sake.
19. She stretched, She sang, and slipped away,
20. To plant Her peace in realms of clay.