Child of White Light


Who is this child

so small

her smile in full bloom

I pick her up

I hold her close

she brightens the room

not like a light bulb

not like the sun

more like a pure white energy

who is this child

that appeared in my dream

holding her I walk about in this small house

from room to room passing people I feel I know

there are no faces

there are no voices

the house seems full 

as if it were a gathering

I hold this smiling child close and tenderly

as I walk from room to room

there are no walls

just beautiful, contented white light

who is this child

that came to me in my dream

this child that brought me peace and contentment

this child of white light