Descended to Mortal Flesh
Not yet birthed
But in perfection lies
Balanced ‘tween Heaven’s Glory
And earth’s demise.
Innocence untouched, yet needs
Must choose, to Fall
And begin that journey which
Through balanced choice or
Returns to Heaven’s Gate
OR to Hell, should we err in our humanity
For we are weak vessels prone to passion’s lure
(A sin not of our own design)
Our Carnal Selves be Damned!
What fool believes in Heaven’s way
If righteousness be the only guide?
Perhaps no fool
But innocence see’s the lie
And Purity, who can deny?
This innocent’s right to choose
Her passage, whether through righteousness’ hand
Or Heaven’s Pardon
Or to return to Spirit, Soul unblemished
Unspoiled, yes, unborn!
A perfect One, conceived in vowed love
Nurtured and loved no less though in the Womb
Surely Angel’s delight in such a One
No less a father his cradled newborn
Or mother her swaddling babe.
No! love has not abandoned us
But abounds all the more
A beautiful death of mortal innocence
Whilst immortal Soul ascends
In Love and Truth
Her one true journey
Her Heaven’ed Fate.
April 2014: My nephew Devin and his wife Lala lose their newborn daughter Charlotte at birth. I was gutted as if she were my own. You were so loved Charlotte, by all those around you.