Angel of New Beginnings

A bloody messy birth they all are,
said an angel when the mother and
baby lay together in the birthing room.
And joy masked in sweat fell beadlike
on her brow.
Where is she now?

Oh, that angel?
She is the Angel of New Beginnings,
for times when the cord needs to be

And I thought to myself that
the cord between me and the world
is being cut every day.

Vicki Woodyard

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  1. An Angel of New Beginnings visited me just the other day. It was a HUGE slice of Grace itSelf. Enough to pry my fingers…even if momentarily…from the past and the changeful. Just reading my notes from the ‘meeting’ holds that same, charged Energy. Thank God for those Angels…and for God. xoxo


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