‘The year you were born.’

Written by: The witness of Wind

The day was warm. It was cold and snowy. It was stormy and it was calm. Day after day the birth came at all hours of all days uncounted as the stars vied for attention in the numbers.

From a distance of East, the sun rose and set in the West. Nearby the sun never rose and never set. And yet, there always remained in the comforting orbit of planets and Sun.

Constellations familiar to the people showed the prophecy, they showed the mistakes of man. The Hope of Jesus. They showed the deceit of Evil. Cold glowing glow of space.

Parent in the singular tense as parents only existed to present one. Mother. Father. Into the world became another, and another, and another.

Swaddled and coddled. Rejected and refused. Killed in the womb by greed and ignorance. Nourished to grow into fodder for war.

Old men smile as inside they remember the day they were born. Old women smile as outside their body they remember whey they were young and called, girls.

On the year of birth it is and always will be, a beginning while trying and forgetting the end.

So many were born and died during the year of my birth.

i was born during the year eternity began.

my Father is God

my Mother is the Universe

my name…

ah yes, a name worthy of birth

To all who are curious, who care or hate,

my name is: Wind.