The dust
sparks in
the wind,
a hundred specks.
And I wonder;
how you knew,
from the beginning,
What I was
meant to become.

That one, a tiny part,
a particle, in the make-up
 of a beautiful daughter,
an adulterous wife, a prodigal son.
But with that one, I will bring them home.
"I knit you together in your mother's womb."
And the story started long, long before.