I. Missive to You, Child of the Next World

Dear holy child of the next world;

Know that we loved you and loved you. We loved you long before we ever even knew your name; imagined you infinitely beautiful amid chaos, amid all our terror, amid all our raging, amid so much loss, and its memory, for we knew you were coming. And know this, child, in our loving you and our constant attempting at loving the world, we also dreamed of death, and often, child. All dreams are good dreams, child. And remember: a dream of death is holy, child. Do not be afraid, child. We love you and love you; the ancestors dreamed you into being, the ancestors dreamed all of this, and they are still dreaming you.

Love,

~~s