Ahh, little Newling, entering into this world through death, how awful for you. With arrogance abundant, and their extensive education, they insist it is just routine, yet how do they truly know what will be routine, they are not God, so how could they say what was to be? 

Arrogance! How could they know what would befall you, once it was your time to come into this world! These reckless ones! They who believe they are privy to all the answers; yet have no memory of their own time of arrival; nor a crystal ball to look into the future of those they seek to assist into this world!

Ahh, little Newling, your desire to meet your family and experience the love that was promised to you, from heaven's gate, made you brave what only god knew would await you! The Reaper's icy claws encircling your tiny, fragile little neck and locking it in a vice of death!  And for a brief moment in time you were lost.

Yet, even with the cord of life round your throat squeezing from you a life not yet known, silent strength you gathered fom a young mother  determined to bring you alive into this world! And  together you achieved birth! 

Ahhh, little Newling, you faced down death, thus emerging from a torn and shattered womb as a beautiful angel of love! So tiny, so fragile, both mother and child, but both with a profound strength allowing each to save the other from death's mistake. Emerging as two triumphant warriors in life's most basic and primeval of battles! 

©2003 Lloydene F. Hill