Friday, February 4, 2011

Griffin-Star

Written right after Griff was born:

I read this poem by Wordsworth this morning, and that sparked my wanting to do the Griffin tale

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:
The soul that rises with us, our life's star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar:
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory do we come
From God who is our home....

Once upon a time, God held all the special little unborn star-souls close to his heart. When it was time to let them go, he would kiss the chosen one, and gently let it fall to earth.

One day it was time for the Griffin-star to find a home in the world. God sent him on his way, and he twinkled and twirled down, down the reaches of the sky, past the clouds and the rainbows, to come to rest under a tree in the Enchanted Fairy Forest.

There he lay, resting and twinkling, looking up at the trees and leaves with wonder and listening to the bird calls in the branches; Never had he seen so much color before, nor heard such beautiful sounds.

Now at that time, two searching people, Mary Beth and Mark, had asked the Finding Fairy to see if she could spy a star of their very own to give to them.

So, she hovered and flew about the enchanted forest, looking for just the right star-soul for them.

Under a beautiful oak tree, she spied Griffin-Star, twinkling and looking and delighting in his new world.

She knew right away that he was the one for Mary Beth and Mark, so she picked him up and laid him in her carrying pouch. She flew as fast as she could to her destination.

She landed outside Beth and Mark's home, took Griffin-Star from her carrying pouch and went into their bedroom. Both were fast asleep, dreaming of stars and children and love.

She put Griffin between them, and he twinkled and smiled at them both. He knew he was finally at home. He kissed them both, and softly, through the power of love, became a part of them.

After nine months, the Griffin-star was born, a star no more but a little boy who was loved and watched over by his parents, the Finding Fairy, and his gentle God in heaven.

And he lived happily ever after.

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