Embraced By the Light
By Michelle Higgins

She carried more sorrow
than any child should ever know,
her small frame heavy
with wounds not hers to bear.
When night wrapped her in silence, her
tear-soaked pillow were like prayers
to a God she wasn’t sure could hear—
yet the heavens opened
Wings unfolded, vast as eternity,
cupping her fragile body in their glow.
It was not a dream, but a visitation,
as if the Great Spirit
had descended from the heavens
to cradle her soul.
Love, pure and alive,
poured through her being—
a current of remembrance,
a fire of grace that filled every hollow space.
It burned away despair like fog before the dawn,
rewrote every scar into scripture,
and whispered through her bones:
Your pain was never punishment.
In that embrace, she remembered herself—
not sorrow, but light in disguise.
Chosen by the unseen hand of love,
carried by a strength that outlives time,
not shaped for suffering,
but for ascension.
She woke with the Divine Spirit
still around her—
its presence filling every fiber of her being,
seeping into marrow and memory,
engraving her with a deep spiritual knowing—
a sacred warmth that would never leave,
guiding her through the years ahead.
It whispered as she grew,
through the tremors of youth
and the becoming of womanhood:
You are never alone.
And even when the world forgets the light,
you will remember—
because the light remembers you.