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