Birth Of A Princess

The glow of the moon bathing her face,

Stinging sweat beading her brow,
The Shadows and Angels making haste
To touch the Sacred ground
Where the Princess enters the world.
Her laughing eyes piercing the cold,
Shining eyes, proud and bold,
Nothing to fear, so much to behold.
Her cries so tender, so helpless yet strong,
The song of the stars, so gentle and wild.
Answered by rain, refreshing and long
In honor of Mother and her Child.
The one so sacred we know not her name
Yet sing her praises and bow to the same.
Praise ye the birth, the life and the love
Of the Fairy Princess, watching from above.
To my girls, with love.
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David Bowlin
January 8, 2002
12:14 am