Being Born

My eyes open
And I see 
My origins in this place.

I am a tiny daughter of God
I was born from gold
I was caught 
By His steady hands 
Lifted in love 
      I was twirled
            And anointed 
                And blessed.

A warrior child 
A wisdom child 
A multi-eyed visionary 
Daughter of the King of Kings

I throw pearls of insight 
Like tiny stars
Like sands on the shore 
     Shining bright 
I was born to travel galaxies.

Abba
How my sparkling eyes adore you

My first breath in this place 
Was yours 

My first scent was
The sweet aroma 
Of Your Life.