Forthcoming

I saw an Angel with golden silver wings. My ears tingled from her voice as she sings. Adorned in gown of pastel green with golden hair, Delightful music played, as my soul had no care. Between her lyrics she sat ever so still. Though interludes of nature did humbly fill, Creatures of nature captured the beauty she expelled. Their communication showered the quiet, as I exhaled. This Angel said no words though spoke so clear. With a melodious voice she concluded all fear. Let not you heart be troubled or even soul lost. For soon he will be coming he gave over the cost. Forget what mortals’ say; that they know of his time. For theirs is temptation, to lure thou into crime. No man whether Holy or evil shall ever know his time of coming. Though always remember, his return is truly forthcoming.