The Littlest Priestess

The beginning

Walking through the lush gardens of the universe the little Priestess giggled as she danced among the flowers. As she spun in circles making the stars dance before her eyes she hears a lovely voice singing by the stream. She quietly sneaks over to see the source of the beautiful voice. A short angel with long brown hair swayed with the reeds.

She watched with large bright brown eyes as the angel moved with the play of the wind. Her song was pretty, but the Priestess couldn’t make out the words. With a frown she leaned against a tree and listened to the angel as she swayed and sang. The stars seemed to wink at the sound of her voice.

The Angel lady came to the stream every night. Each night the words to her song seemed to get clearer. Finally on the fifth night the Priestess dared to sit on the bank and watch the lady as she swayed and sang. “You are my sunshine…” Priestess closed her eyes and listened to the song. When she realized the lady had stopped she opened her eyes to see why.

To her surprise the Angel stood by her watching her with a smile. “Come little one I am sure your mommy is waiting for you”. The Angel’s voice was soft and sweet.

Priestess looked up to her, “What is a mommy?” she asked as she watched the Angel take a seat.

With a gentle smile the Angel stroked the Priestess’s dark curls. “A mommy is someone that sings to you and helps you grow big and strong. Don’t you have a mommy here”? The Angel asked and watched Priestess with a gentle smile.

With sad eyes Priestess shakes her head no. “There are no mommies here. The universe watches over me and the stars watch me sleep.” Priestess says with a small voice.

A few nights pass and the Angel visits Priestess by the stream telling her stories of mommies and how they love their little gifts from the universe. One night Priestess finally asks. “How do I get a mommy of my own”? her question small and quiet.

“I can take you to get a mommy of your own. But, you have to give up the peace of the garden here in the Universe. The place where mommies are is loud and bright. In some places you can’t see the stars wink at night. Are you sure you wish to give up the quiet and peace of the garden?” Priestess looked up at the stars as a cool breeze blew through the reeds.

“I want a mommy of my own. One that will sing me songs and wrap me in a warm blanket. To teach me how to grow.” Priestess sat and watched as a star raced through the sky. In that moment she silently wished for a mommy of her own.

The next night the Angel came and with a soft hand she guided Priestess a soft bed made of reeds. “Come see.” She holds a shiny object in her hand. Priestess draws near and sees her reflection in the surface. Soon there was a woman singing in the picture. She had dark curly hair, just like Priestess’s very own. Priestess smiled and touched the surface. The woman’s voice was almost as pretty as the Angel’s very own and it looked like stars danced in her eyes.

“OH she is lovely. Can she be my mommy?” Her voice is small and full of hope as the Angel smiles.

“Are you sure that you want to choose the first mommy that you see?” The Angel’s eyes are soft and kind but hold the question.

“This is the one I want to be my mommy. I see stars dancing in her eyes.” Priestess tells the Angel with a growing smile. At last she was going to get a mommy of her own. She was getting very excited.

“I need you to lay down and close your eyes. Listen to my song as you sleep. When you wake you will see your very own mommy. “ The Angel began to sing a new slow and pretty song. Priestess soon found herself falling fast asleep.

The Angel’s voice began to fade. It wasn’t long till a bright light called Priestess to wake. She could barely open her eyes it was loud and bright. She began to get afraid. There was people moving around her everywhere but no Angel to sing her song. Soon she found she was laid in soft arms and heard a soft voice.

“Hello little Priestess. It is ok, don’t cry little one. Mommy will keep you safe.” Priestess opened her eyes and to her surprise, there was the woman she had seen. Softly she began to sing as she wrapped her tightly in a warm blanket. As the Priestess closed her eyes she heard the Angel one last time. “I hope you dance my little grandchild.” Her voice faded into a dream, as her mommy continued to sing. “Hush little baby, don’t say word. Mommy’s going to buy you a mocking bird…”