"Heart"

--by Iana St. Procel

Dedication: I would like to dedicate my poem to the valiant community of persons and sponsors who give so much of themselves in so many ways to help the needy. 

I was born in the void of many midnights.

My mother was an evening star
My father was celestial light
I am love fulfilled

At dusk
When twilight hails the silent darkness
And the roar of day is stilled

I come on quiet moonbeams
To heal the hearts of yearning souls

I nurse the starving babe
I cover the shivering child
I caress the lonely

Until dawn
When sheaths of light
Weave through the shroud of night

Then back across the moonbeams
To suckle in my mother's arms

To sleep
To dream
To shield my soul
To heal my heart.