An Angel in the Dark

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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 still lake.

I would awaken you

from slumber and despair,

gather you up gently,

swaddle you in my gossamer wings.

I would cast out your pain with lightning,

incense your soul with soothing myrrh,

bathe you in waves of forgetting,

deliver you to a vista of light

on a path of comets as beacons.

I would gift you wings,

teach you how to fly through

clouds of many colors,

swing on stars falling into a sea of lights.

I would never leave you

in times of battle or new birth,

the time of the death of your pain

a blazing nova, a new sun.

All of this I would do for you.

Who would know more of the legion of light

than an angel of the night?

My poetry podcast, Poetry: The Memoir of the Soul (meelosmom.podbean.com)

Image: “An Angel in the Dark” (original art © by my sister Martha Harris.) See Martha’s Artistic Flarings @artisticflarings.blog

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