In the midst of the midnight sky a child is born. The tiny body is filled with air; as the child takes his first breath, blood pumps and circulates throughout his veins. Good housekeeping will ensure that he lives.
Housekeeping is the sweeping of dust and particles of life; those that would keep one from living a beautiful life. Ensuring the child is led in the right direction; creating a foundation that can be called; “path worthy.” You know; like it’s okay to follow it, it’s the right one, and it will lead the child to his predestined position.
A plan for the child’s life was already in place. He was to rule, because he was part of the human race. He was to conquer in the midst of suffering, grief and pain. He was created to be strong, and weed out wrongs, a hero; even at the bottom.
Guts and glory were in his future. Words of envy would pursue him. Ridicule and hate would chase him. Liars and evildoers would face him. Love and mercy were on his sleeve. Righteousness and grace he would breathe. A Beautiful Tragedy he is; he’s killed from birth because of what “they” put on him, throughout the earth.