Visitation of Angels

Tonight, gracious music stirs the air
As angelic voices speak,
Enter through portal of portent dreams,
Stir my sleep as chimneysweeps
Clear flue of ash and dust.
Yet even in the dust, is not breath of
Angels still at work at dawn and dusk?
I am no priest of fearful sacraments.
The Table I prepare is one of radical love,
White flowers and candles burning,
Prayers and wishes waiting in welcome breast,
Inviting all to come and rest.
An empty chair saved for angels
Hovering present in the atmosphere,
Wings brushing shadows from night,
Polishing souls till all are bright.
Be silent, and in the silence
You will sense the sweetest calm,
Triumphant as the morning light
Conquers gloom of darkest night,
Touches upon eternal core of truth
Buried in passing dust of flesh.


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