She was still trying to see, blinking and blinking to make her eyes focus.
Vasudev was using his hands to shield himself and strained his eyes, trying to see what was before him.
Devaki’s vision finally cleared. Her mouth dropped open.
Vasudev’s face mirrored hers, gazing upwards.
"My beloved parents," the Supreme Lord said to them, his voice making the ground beneath them quiver, it was so deep. He was looking down from a great height, his dark skin glowing like a burning ember. His dark eyes were vast as he gazed from one to the other. "You see I kept my promise to you."
Devaki suddenly remembered what promise. Lifetimes ago, when she and her husband had asked for a special boon of the Lord.
"You asked for a son like me," he told them, "and I promised you would have one."
Vasudev nodded, remembering.
"Then I realised that there was no one like me. I resolved to come as your child myself, to keep my word to you both."
Devaki was overcome. The Lord of all the world was before her and she was his mother.
Vasudev gazed up at the awesome sight before them. “We thank you for this honour.”
The Lord raised his arms. “The honour is mine, Father. Now you must take me across the Yamuna river to Vraj, to Nanda’s house. There Yashoda has just given birth to a daughter. Leave me there and bring her daughter back here.”
The Lord turned to Devaki. “But, Mother, why are you quiet? Are you not pleased to see me?”
She shook her head in disbelief. “I’m most pleased. I’m only quiet because I’m waiting to see my son.”
He tilted his head and smiled. “But here I am.”
She gestured to his body. “This is not the form of my son. This is the form of my divine father.”
He laughed, making their skin tingle with the thrilling sound. “Mother, your word is my law, ” he said. “Very well. You wish to see your son? Then here I am.” In a moment the blinding light went out and only a baby was left on the ground, newly born from Devki’s womb. Both of them rushed to lift the tiny child and cradle it, already forgetting the awesome sight that had been before them.
- From The Prophecy by my friend Jai Joshi