She was born in a world of darkness—though she was born from Purity and Love—her spirit pure as the white snow that fell on the ground during her birth. Which truly was a sign for those with eyes to see she was indeed a child created for Love.
In the beginning, there was hope. Now we are barely holding on to the rope. Day by day, I watch as the darkness grows. My heart breaks, yet they do not know. I could tell my heart, yet I wonder what good would that do when it is not heard from the start?
"Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me." This is a phrase we have all heard more than once in our lives. In my heart, mind and spirit; I understand this phrase is only true if you permit words to hurt you. Instead of allowing hateful words to penetrate my wall of truth and love; I find by offering words of mercy and kindness, hateful words become nothing.
Lucky was her name, little but mighty was her game. My little friend that use to love to run; made me feel as a child, free and fun. She liked it when her master would dress her; with a little dress and hat, she could make the innocence within stir.
My First and Only Son; how strong and beautiful you have become. Though I was not there in flesh; I was always watching you in Spirit. I always thought of you when the first star in the night sky lit.
She was born when the vessel was still young; in this world with many nations and tongues. She witnessed this young vessel go through hell; growing in the darkness, unbelieving of the lies they tell. She whispered in her vessel's ear; they can not harm you, have no fear.