God dreamed me, and then he made me wonderfully, fearfully, and here I am trying to be the pattern, be the woman he dreamed. I have a dream of myself: strong and true, upright - hearted with giving hands and a full soul. I dream of darkness, the floor of a dark cell, I dream of light, golden corona of suns - I dreamed people: beginnings and ends. God dreamt my song and I sing it - dirge-hollow and slow - cry freedom and fly - God's daughter, he told me I AM and said to be everywhere true. And I have been, with you and with you. I have less to go now, he tells me, my footsteps softer and more slow. But the paths are still there before me that he dreamed and made. I laugh, and I cry. But I walk on - his blueprint breathing and real.
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