The Burning Soul

On the beginning, and the ending, and a mother's place in the tapestry

I cannot pretend to know the moment that soul fully inhabits the body of a newly conceived child, nor exactly from where it came. Neither do I know exactly when it leaves, or where it goes, aside from the presence of God.

I have, however, felt the moment when a soul burns earthside, as my babies move through my bones and out into my waiting arms. And …