Four Moons More - Lullaby for Mary (Selene the Snow Owl)

 The following lullaby came about this morning as I wondered what it would have been like for Mary four moons from the birth of the child growing in her womb. A young girl by all rights, pre-teen likely, perhaps a couple of years older. We will never know for sure - but one thing we do know, at that age any heart is still a child's heart - innocent and loving. 

As I thought about all of that, I tried to imagine what it was all like for her - that girl we call Mother Mary. Walking her steps, her fears - her hurdles, and well, you know the story. 

And then I had this line in my head -thinking about it all:  Soon - very soon....a knowing rings in the hearts of those willing to listen for a mother's love beaconing a child to come home, where it is safe and warm. 

And with that, it grew, changing with—calling children, like the Magi, home.  I was watching a video where they spoke about the Star hovering over the stable longer than the universe should have allowed - calling children, like the Magi, home, this grew with changes ---moonbeams playing off the silver thread carried by the wings of Selene.... 

No religion -no predetermined denomination, just a beautiful scene of a young girl preparing for the birth of the innocent child in her womb -and of course, Selene would be there, keeping watch. 

There, above, are more glimpses into how this is all surfacing and my personal creative process. 

Four Moons More

- Lullaby for Mary

Hush now, little Baby King,
The silent stars are gleaming bright.

Selene glides soft on silver wings,

Through calm and holy night.

With Your first breath, the world will renew

From her small heart, light softly streams.

Two souls entwined in holy peace,

Fulfilling ancient dreams.

Four more moons will rise and wane

In winter’s tender, glowing snow,

While Mary, Your Mother, child of wonder sweet,

Will cradle You in love’s warm glow.

She, so young with shining eyes,

Holds heaven close, so pure, so near.

Her gentle arms, Your first soft home,

Beat with love, depths sincere.

Sleep, dear Child, the night is still,

Snowy owl Selene keeps watch from the skies above.

And through her silvery winged veil of peace,

She guards Your world with tender love.

Hush-a-bye now, sweetest One,

In arms of grace the story’s told

Where mother’s love and heaven meet,

Beneath the starlit of Winter's cold.

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Author's/Artist's Note: I am a disabled survivor using assistive technology, which changes day by day pending health - (#zebralife). -to allow me to create, based on my needs on any given day - Art Therapy. We all can find ways.

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