Candles

Mist sprinkles down on my breasts:

I can barely feel the rain, yet I embrace

God's Grace is taking place inside the womb

I can almost see in the cloudy sky,

 An angel appears on the staircase.

Close to the ocean, near the desert;

I feel the big wind and my heart race.

Healing begins with a glory,

A feather touch, at a slow moving pace,

A baby is about to come out;

God's creation is taking its phase;

I am being nurtured in the hands of

Angels; Let us sing with candle lights

BY

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI