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.