Poetry

I am neither man nor woman -
or naked flesh and blood.
 
I journey at the speed of compassionate thought -
without limitation or boundary.
 
I draw near only in peace and I will reshape the world -
like no great army ever could.
 
I am Christmas, 1914.
 
I am gentle and childlike -
 a joyful melody in the hearts of young and old.
 
I am spirit without malice or hate -
a mother’s undying love, a father’s embrace.
 
I reign above the loftiest mountaintops -
dwell in the silent depths of blue oceans and seas.
 
I am light eclipsing all other lights -
to heal and comfort those in need.
 
I am all-knowing and eternal  -
the universe, my heavenly abode.
 
And upon my divine mantelpiece,
I affix - all things beautiful.