A Christmas Gift
By Mary | December 19, 2010
We are Lightbabies.
Golden Grace.
Wings, meant to fly.
We are delicate, and pregnant
with Goodness.
We are each made of such a quiet
that the entire Universe
can hear us.
There is only the unfolding, the opening
ever happening.
All else are thoughts –
lollipops for the mind.
We are Lightbabies
parading
as Human Kind.
–Em Claire