In the Hands of Angels


You came to this earth
as a gift from the light.
Angels carried you,
to the open heart and hands
of your angel mother.
At first, all was silent,
in reverence you heard the drum,
the eternal heart,
the first song,
angels sang a lullaby.
In the sacred waters of life
you also sang, in silence
unfolding, in beauty
growing.
Dreams were created.
Earth angels sang.
Songs not ever heard before.
Morning, day and night
angels with open heart,
extended open arms.
Continually appreciating you,
growing,
morning,
day and night,
you are in the hands of angels.

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