Tonight the stars guide her back to the place of her ancestors. Standing on holy ground, she considers love to be a gift of sacrifice. The weight of the world shifts her
balance. Roses are in bloom, but the atmosphere prophesies doom and gloom. Her blood drops covers the lovely red poppies. Giving birth, this woman's work is a labor
of love. Heavy with child, life can be ever so unpredictable during these delicate hours. She screams out to the heavens in the search for some relief. Supernatural
strength revives her tired bones. She pushes and then feels a great release. She sees her baby and forgets about her pain. "Moriah" the woman acknowledges her
newborn daughter. A ram in nearby bushes captures her attention and she feels relieved. Her savior has finally come at last.