Daughter of the morning born of sunlight and laughter, plucked from the jewel box of the Most High; a gift to the world that surrounds you. Brilliantly shining on all that pass you the wisdom of the stars, the love of the Creator and the love of His son. Gentle hands reaching out to wipe the tears of man as you hide your own; confident you are not walking alone, trusting the stars will always lead you home.

The memories of the past give fuel to the future, the Father’s hands hold you carefully as He begins to polish you again; unveiling a greater brilliance. He watches over you as you let your light shine forth illuminating the pathway from the dark. Mother to generations yet unborn, sister to those who have none, seeker of truth and compassionate friend; smiling through the pain locked within.

Your rough edges have been smooth with the passage of time, leaving all that is destructive behind, no longer a diamond in the rough; you have been refined by heavenly fire. The sound of birds floating in the air, dancing in the spring rain, tops of trees sway as the summer breeze ruffle their leaves and through your eyes is reflected the beauty of the Creators handy work.

My revelation as I sit by the pool of grace