For that girl who sows tears every night in the creases of her pillow. So much so that the threads are laced with a sorrow from deep within her spirit. Spirit sodden pillows that one day might grow beyond her imagination. Her soft-strong head might lay upon those threads to witness a splendid sunrise that, unbeknownst to her, could never mirror the splendor of the coming dawn of her own aurora.
The coming of dawn for this girl could be more earth shaking than her mortal mind could ever fathom. As the earth's core heats and its plates move, volcanoes errupt and how much more appropriate that the well-being of her spirit parallel that of God's good soil (tierra).
Don't shudder young girl at the volcanoes of today. Do not shudder for too long. Your time is coming sooner than you can imagine. Sooner than you can ever imagine.
A splendid aurora.
Selah of Spirit.
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