One day I felt the angel's hand Brushing my cheeks, on a slow train Watching the long-lived trees pass by And homeless men out in the rain. The many years sped down the line She whispered small words that she gave I knew she was angel divine For any mortal would have stayed And had much more to say; and now She makes my wings lighter to bear My spirit sheltered in this life By certainty that she is there. The angel's presence strays so far By time and distance measuring Until her light falls by my hands And leads me to its treasuring.
September 12, 2007 at 11:50amDemosRating: 4.4Hits: 1342
Genre: Arts (Poetry)Type: CreativeTags: angels, in, the, fabric, of, life