HOME and BIRTH OF AN ANGEL

Star Child being measured for the Light

Lucy measured the Child for the Light

“I think I can do it. You are rather small,” she said finally.

The Star Child stared at Lucy. “Well, I am quite new.”

HOME: Small soul, little light, one bright gem in a myriad of stars, lost in the labyrinth of time, dancing to the tune of the turbulent elements, listen, you who have walked that walk. Remember the earth, that humble sod trodden by gods with feet lighter than the wisps of cobwebs swaying in the wind, wind as warm as soft sands bleeding the warmth from the sun, wind that whispers secrets in the ears of grasses and hears the gentle hearts of seas that talk, wind, that heralds the changes from then to now, and blows through angels’ trumpets in all the lands. Remember when feet were not clod with clay, and garments were of the finest spun gold, and beings shimmered with light, their hands bright and bold with giving. Remember when flowers burst from bud to bloom and softly shed their scent even as a jewelled eye was cast upon them, no lapse of time, just a thought from then to now. Remember when there were no commands and nature softly stirred in ecstasy with our minds, surrendering to satisfy the visions given freely. Remember being complete in all the arts with divinity of intelligence, when the elements danced with our joy. Know that happiness and infinity is our strength and might, the light of every girl and boy. Remember the beauty that graced the lands of our birthright where death had no say and only sweet change was our way, the womb a palace, the world a place in which to play. Listen, gentle soul of blinding light, it is but a long journey from there to now, and one step only on the way back. Cast off the troubled time, and throw away the mountains of sorrow, see them as no bigger than the mustard seeds in one small sack, no more than a passing moment in the great play of tomorrow. Stretch like the lotus flower that is rooted in the damp, stretch out from swamp and mud, and unfold the petals of the mind to embrace the sun and glorious days ahead. Remember who we really are, the Emperor and Empress souls of a great earth, by the hearth of the universe, and remember that we do not return upon this path alone. Remember that it is the pure and guiding light of the parent soul that brings us to this special kingdom we can only call Home.

BIRTH OF AN ANGEL

In silent wonder I observe the unfolding of her wings, and watch her step out, shivered and wet, from her orphic egg. Such captive beauty that has gripped and made bright my mind.
Speak low, her footfall is light, her sleep is deep as the hollow bell that rings, and when awake, so graceful and quivering, it is her eyes that beg. Not possible to turn away, to be unkind.

An angel birthed, soul parched with holy thirst, I rise to greet her with the voice that barely sings, and then, shimmering soft, she cannot renege, when she comes to me with that promise for the lost and lonely whom she will find.

DWINA ***