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Angels post in their positions
Heaven grants its undivided attention
Internal bleeding seals all wounds forming a protection
The sound harmony fills the spirit
Its unique pleasantry is custom for only us to hear it
Angelic stars of the night pay tribute to purpose
A still small voice speaks from within to keep it all in focus
The chanting wind whistles the sound of glory
As the branches from life’s trees dances in rhythm translating a beautiful story
That one must close their eyes in order to read
Tap into the spiritual realm and just breathe
The moon fades to silence as the sun interrupts all thoughts
to give a special announcement
All that makes the visible possible forms in an alignment
The air is of joy as God gives the universe its assignment
Everything is now calm and blissfully mellow
As the first breath is blown into the life of Baby Birago
Acholam Birago
1 comments:
On June 3, 2011 4:53 AM , DFitz said...
Im so happy for you too!