She darts here and there……seeking, seeking, seeking who wants to be found.

I said she is always seeking who wants to be found.

Who wants to be found, Father? Who really ever wants to be found?

It is glorious, romantic, and horrifying to be lost and then you know — but only if you are white and willing as a girl — then you know they won’t treat you like an animal to hunt in the night, in the night.

Then you know in the day the cameras will be waiting with bated breath to have you in their bed if you will but give them a child.

While they; they sell the children on the market for a penny apiece, remember me? Remember me, Jesus? I AM TURTLEDOVE, SPARROW, AND TREE.

I AM THE SORROW, THE SORROW INSIDE BILLIONS AND BILLIONS UNSPOKEN ME.

WHERE IS THE MASTER WHO DRIVES OUT Pharisees, Sadducees, and money, money, more money, it is always money, off THE TABLES OF THE KING?

HE CANNOT HAVE THE FEAST WITH THIS wickedness dripping off the tables of …….. He needs to say, which he, which she……that’s why they never awake to the horror of truth’s way which should be, it really should in 2027….TRUTH’S WAY!

The womb starts to awake, and only if she is comforted in the night watches by people who hide her among the rushes as Moses.

For of a truth, did not Moses come with BARAK OBAMA AND MICHELLE MY LUVS? DID NOT MOSES COME AND the despicable hate the soul of DEMOCRACY or there would be relief, wouldn’t there be relief Father? Wouldn’t there?