An Angel Who Waits
Sitting here she waits
Her green dress rustling a bit
Sky all around her and green hills
They match her magic eyes.
Her great, dark wings spread
with expectation as the light wind blows
Her feet are bare
surrounded by Queen Anne's lace, cornflowers, bluebells
Daisies lie in front of her waiting to be plaited
a delicate crown for her long, black hair.
Her green, sparkling eyes watch the horizon
listening to the voices whispering
"O Res Mirabilis! Panis Angelicus!"
As she gazed with a rapture
Stunning hazey green meadows
Orange-pink clouds circling them like
a necklace of sunset
She sits.........waits......silent with Awe
Soon she will jump from the hill
and, flying, will reach out and touch
All Creation.
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