Contributed by Lani

Wake now Noel, to a man baring a gift like none ever received,

Ready yourself Marie, it will take time to receive.

As your name Mirassou carries thee for the life of Lani’s gifts, need time to be given Heather.

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.