I do not fully understand the
desire for fathers to have sons. I guess
the absoluteness of that can be understood in The Trinity. My son is having a son is a brushing against
The Ancient of Days, a breath of Eden, a twinkle of heaven. In my lifetime my father had a son, I had a
son, my son is having a son—and I AM did too.
Betty holding our son who is having a son. |
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