She felt movement in the darkness,
a slight shift of atmosphere-
and with a waking sense of wonder,
watched a point of light appear.
Thoughts of mustard seeds and mountains,
Lazarus, with the living;
she prayed what she had witnessed
was the first sign of forgiving.
And the sly old Serpent whispered;
all black holes began as points of light.



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