The Angel in the Dark
If I were an angel in the dark,
I would appear in flames simply from
The radiance of my eyes.
I would fire up candles for prayers.
I would make twilight shimmer
Like a mirror of a still lake.
I would awaken you from
Slumber and despair.
I would cast out your pain with lightning and
Soothe your soul with myrrh and frankincense.
I would gather you up gently and
Swaddle you in my gossamer wings
At the time most needed.
I would bathe you in the Sea of Forgetting and
Deliver you to the Vista of Light
On a path of stars backlit by moonbeams
Splashed on the kind face of
Dark Mother, casting comets
As beacons of her grace.
I would gift you wings and
Teach you how to fly through
Clouds of many colors and
Swing on stars falling into the Sea of Lights.
I would take you to the Hall of Records to
Reveal all your truths and
The oracles of the end of days.
I would never leave you
In times of battle or new birth,
The time of the Death of Fear
As a blazing nova, creating a new sun.
This I would do for you, and
Who would know more of the World of Light
Than an angel in the dark?
Copyright© 2017/10/10 Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.wordpress.com
Image: “An Angel in the Dark” (original art © by my sister Martha Harris.)