Nature’s Hope – Heather Mirassou
Blue haze surrounds
She looks ready to birth
She is only
Half-Crescent tonight
I can see her
Slow
Methodical movements
As she readies her bed
She is alone
Her mate will be home soon
She will wait patiently
Until they are one
Before she gives birth
To her swollen
Ghost white belly
You will see her too
When she is full, bright
Glowing, shining
We will all be in awe
At the exact moment
Her baby arrives
It is the unknown
We never tire of
Instead we
Look forward
What is to be?
As a Bronte sister once said;
“Hope’s spell glorifies”
Like the young
To this aging eye
Full of billions, trillions
Of mysteries
The fearful
The fair
The young
The old
She soothes us
Lull’s us
hypnotize us
Brings us
Qualities
To conquer
Our fears
She is sister to me
Sister to faith
Nature is her mother
Her father the Universe
When I look upon the
Ocean and Sky
So vast and mysterious
She holds my hand
Makes me strong
Makes the moon ready
To bare
If I am not feeling
Comfort
Or I am afraid
She becomes my guide
When my fate is
Uncertain
I have lost
My way
Hope Sustains
No matter my path
My weakness
Becomes strong
As I wait
For spring
I elate.
Copyright, Heather Mirassou 6/23/2010
Angel of God – Heather Mirassou
“I wrote this poem when my little sister was born. She is twenty years
my junior and has grown into an amazing young woman.“
An embryo in a cocoon of safety
slowly unfolds into a world of hands.
Hands of unconditional love
bring her into the beauty of light.
No longer floating
now breathing the lightness of air.
She fights hands and fist,
unknowingly being adorned, brought into life.
Kissed by an angel, he leaves his mark
as she is grasped by her loving parents.
She is a gift to them, a gift to this world,
an angel of God.
Heather Mirassou
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