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"Oh my God how beautiful!"
exclaimed my four year old
Granddaughter as we drove over
a small bridge and she saw
the wash with muddy flowing water.
I was reminded at that very
moment how my prayers for an
enlightened teacher were evident.
Her love spreads out like ripples in
a lake as her vibrations expand.
The colors in her aura radiate a
wisdom from many lifetimes.
An Indigo child filled with compassion,
when she speaks I listen and learn.
She sees a beauty in me I don't see.
I see in her an amazing reverent glow.
As we journey through her formative
years together, far faster than I desire,
I watch her contentment grow along with
her uninhibited vivid imagination.
It is indiscernible who is raising whom.
Her joy of living predicates why she's here,
why she has returned to another earthlife.
She is an earth angel and my blessing!
© Connie Marcum Wong
Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2016