Part of me

Written by: Miroslaw Eric Sulkowski

When the sweetest lullaby; my mother’s heartbeat and her tender rocking makes me go to sleep, I dream of a meadow, one flower is me, waiting for the light above, for its love to shine on me. And then I see flakes, glowing specs of light, gently falling on us all filling us with life. Emotions erupt, God’s love touches me, I know that I come from light and the light is part of me.