Angelic Vision

She sat lightly On the edge Of the mighty stone, The very same one That had rolled away All on it's own - With perfume on the cross Around her neck And just the slightest scent Of good news upon her breath. She glowed without From beauty and grace within, She seemed to understand Each human flaw and chagrin. There was pure poetry In the words she said, With enough life To raise the dead. She seemed to arise from nowhere Blessed with eternal vision Meant for everywhere - In her hair hung A crimson flower, Blooming the color of blood, Drenched with living power. Sitting in the sun Her eyes bright as a new day, Her heavenly voice carried grace To all who heard the words She came to say. Sure sincerity and subtle softness Resided in her passionate words, Sending out comfort and calm Upon all who heard. She spoke Of all that is; Of what was, and shall yet be, Of the world's aching history And mankinds deepest desire for mystery. She spoke from old words The prophets did say To venerated visions Of the judgement day, Of picking desert flowers to save And riding distant clouds, Of silent meditations And singing out loud - Her words Upon the air did float, With wild wonder Like an epic poem so wisely spoke. Those words of hers Light as a falling feather, Powerful as a mighty wind All bound by and within The eternal forever - Freely she talked, Amongst sinner and saint She walked. Alike to the mean and the meek Of peace, patience and understanding, She did speak. Of things wide and things deep, Of things known and unknown for which for which mankind shall always seek. - Maybe she came to prophesy, Perhaps to judge... But, most likely To display redemption And to give great love! - An angel she could have been, A dream She might still be... For in this worn world Things, heard or seen, Are not always as clear Nor as certain As they so often seem... Therefore, peacefully watch, patiently wait, Worry not Nor in fear abide, For this angel was sent To remain, always, at your side.