Dawn

Sunrise in pastels
The pale melody of Dawn
Pink-violet fire

The lake, un-rippled
Capturing the softest shades
A silver mirror

In still life portrays
Beauty surpassing knowledge
A goddess of light

Goddess, beyond time
Seizing the divine, rapture
Grace, in the pure-land

Soft now, she rises
Prismatic-brilliance, light
Across the still plane

Radiant vision
Pale gold in the morning, bright
Rising to her touch

Ecstatic moment
The sorcery of desire
Love’s inspiration

An angel en-fleshed
Sweet as the rose in morning
Quiet and lonely

The Earth-bound goddess
Daughter of Hope, beloved Dawn
Sister to the Sun

 

Emergence 3.0 – Section Four, Kathy; Part Twenty-three, Prodigy; Chapter Two, A Strange Child

Emergence 3.0
A Novel – In One Page Per Day
Day 170, Tuesday
June 19th, 2018

Chapter Two: A Strange Child

Kathy was as quiet as she was observant. She learned to watch and ask questions of the voices within her.

It was better this way. The knowledge she acquired was more accurate, the analytical skills she developed were more astute, and she found that asking questions, the types of questions she asked set her parents and her teachers on edge.

As a baby, she did not flit about randomly like infants and toddlers do. She was not easily distracted or delighted by the things that most babies are delighted by.

Her introspection was so extreme that in those first months of life her parents thought she might be developmentally disabled. They had no way of knowing that in those moments she was communing with the voices of her ancestors.

She was focused, balanced, and cautious. The evidence of her determinative spirit showed clearly through everything that she did.

She repeated sounds and gestures in patterns that quickly became noticeable to her parents. The subtleties of her personality, the things they had thought were the ticks of autism, were in fact her measured and purposeful quest to learn.

Kathy was motivated by a deep desire to communicate and be understood. While she had the cognitive ability to speak, nearly from the day she was born, she did not have the motor skills to form words, those took time to develop.

She was training herself, quickening the pace by which she would learn to walk, and talk, and she would not be stopped.

Her parents had no desire to get in her way. In the days when they were figuring out what their child was doing, if they were to interrupt her, or try to redirect her, they would see the flash of anger in her eyes.

This was not the helpless rage of an infant wailing. It was the anger of a fully formed person who would not be deterred from her path.

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