Monday, October 22, 2012


Once again she arrives
moving ever so 
lightly, like a bird
she precariously rests on my shoulder.

And so too, once again, the angel
stirs the waters of the well
and hidden worlds
are revealed
drapes of colour and light,
magical trees alive with
dreams of hope and grace fluttering
their wings

the river of love, the sainted
singing tree sap in my veins,

such is grace.

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