There is a soft hum. A gentle rhythm. The soft warm murmur of a child's heart beat. That moves like the wind. Over this sun burnt land.
 There is a secret. Written in the stars. Like deep woven stories of ancient dream times. Carved on silent stone. That speaks across time. 
Through generations. The distant voices. Of a choir of angelic beings sing. In wonder and praise. Rejoicing as one. 
Then there is silence. As heaven and earth. Hold their breath in awe, for the baby that sleeps. Is a glowing star. A promise fulfilled.                 

M J Flack