An Angelic Visit
She floated on air in the midnight hour,
Purity like heaven's angelic form
In flowing gown of white chiffon vapour.
Suddenly the air was calming and warm
Me thinks I must be still soundly sleeping
And dreaming of another time and place,
Where one might go for eternal keeping.
Softly weeping, I recognized her face
Wordlessly she uttered with tender care
The message I needed so much to hear,
That she was alive in the vast somewhere
But always, always staying very near
To comfort me in times of bitter strife
To guide me along in the paths of life.
Written April 16, 2021
FIRST PLACE WINNER
Brian Strand's "All Yours" Contest
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Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2021
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