My Angel

I am shattered, but cradle me in my ruin;

I am unloved, so hold me in your bosom,
and let me feel the heartbeat of love again;

I am in constant pain, so don’t forsake me
when I fall to my knees in incessant weeping;

My body and soul are weary, so when you look upon me
kiss me, and whisper sweet things to me when I am sleeping;

I cry out, from the depths and darkness of desolation,
so spread your white wings in light, and rescue me
from utter devastation — my angel.

Agony to Ascendancy

See her in her transcendence;
Witness the travail of her awakening .
Listen to her wails as she sheds the pain.
See her standing in angelic form,
Her broad wings sheltering her from dark rain.
Her voice is as calm as one thousand flowing streams
Through lush valleys in spring.
Her strengths are many, and she is loving.
Her face is radiant in sunshine, and she walks on the clouds.
In heaven, with gold, her head is crowned.
She will not descend. She will not come down.
She will not descend. She will not come down.
Over the flowing waterfall that is her hair, there is a golden crown.
She will not descend. She will not come down.
She will not descend. She will not come down.





Revelation of Angels

On that day, when we suffer no more, it shall be glorious to behold.
The rain shall fall with a wondrous rainbow, forming a celestial shawl.
The earth will shake, and we shall stand like redwood trees, tall.
We will be reunited with our loves, who shed tears when they fell before the fall.
My mother will call my name as it was when I was in her womb, and I will hear her call.
I will embrace my grandmother as it was when I was a child in her arms.
By a peaceful river, we shall gather and sing angelically composed songs.
All the tears from the years of our weeping will be transformed into diamond waterfalls.

The light in our eyes that sorrow once stole
Shall be returned to us one thousand times fold.
We will dwell in the warmth of indescribable love and tread upon the desolate cold.
We will dwell in the warmth of indescribable love and tread upon the desolate cold.
On that day, all the beautiful mysteries of the world will be told.
Broken hearts will mend — and our fractured auras will be made whole.
On that day, the white wings we never knew we had, will begin to unfold.
On that day, the white wings we never knew we had ,will begin to unfold.