Baby Seed: Chapter Four Poem by Lonnie Hicks

She spoke:
I grievously regret Lord this has come to be so,
and even as I carry this child my heart still longs for you,
even as I know, I have betrayed your trust
and don't deserve forgiveness in this.
My defense, my attempt to comprehend
how this came to be has wracked my sleep shielding me from the rest I need and the child needs for me to have. I ask your forgiveness,
but more your comprehension of how this came to be,
he and I.
She paused awaiting his response
but none came except the light from his steady gaze
which she could not read, could not comprehend
what is thought and reaction was or might be.
She continued.
It was you Lord who gave me life, lifted me high, above all angels
you sire did the same for him. You gave us both beauty,
position and trusted duties.
We were among heaven's spires and were meant to be your light,
not cast darkness upon things. But there Lord was my weakness,
my temptation, were I was lost, where I gave in.
He was so like me, so similar it did not seem as much a breach
since he was in your light as I was, there was in the back of my mind a match from similarities alone and at one point I deluded my self
into thinking this was something you your self might want,
or made possible by your own handiwork, by creating us.
He stirred staring at her blankly ad muffled sound coming from him, indistinct.
She hesitated, waiting to see if he would react at last.

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