Chapter 38: Guide Me, Mom

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I am an infant - your child,
in your arms, God,
nourished at your breast,
warmed by your milk, Mother.
Don't let me go.

As an infant,
I come to you.
Lying back in your arms,
listening to your heart and my heart
together.

Speak to this child.
I don't know what to do.
I'm afraid I'll make a mistake.
Tell me where to go,
and what to do.
Take my hand,
Guide me.

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