A New Arrival

A new arrival comes into view,
From millenniums ago,
It echo's the silent slumber
Of the millions of people born long ago.

A messenger, calling to tell us of the story we need to know,
But  the arrival knows no words,
However, it's very presence tells us so.
It's got grace on it's side, and all over it's head.

Without speaking a word, you know exactly what it needs,
It crinkles and sparkles like a packet of crisps,
Then irons out completely, as if caught by some fallen angel,
Passing through the world of the new life.

Calling out to you, visions of who knows what, in it's tiny mind,
Cancelling out all other things and noises, 
Except the sound of your voice, that acts as stimulant,
When heaven gets a little fainter.