Rebirthing Hour Part 2
I found it endearing, the crazy look to her virile flare!
Like she was an Angel sent from above.
Love's Tigered Eyed stare-
that appeared as a releasing of Doves,
through a ring of fire.
It appears it is not just the dream
attaining sentience but me becoming soul sired.
A new page turned to where fantasy burns to reality.
A mark pinning me to feel Heaven's aware.
Show itself in starkness, piercing what I didn't realize
was spiritual darkness unawares.
As she stood there with time in her hands-
Her head darted from side to side.
Looked to the trees, panned the same way as I'd.
She seemed to be looking for a squirrel.
Or further up to the sky.
Of a scene crazed and light, wispy full of curls,
moving beyond the branches
amongst the gem blue backdrop Jasper expanses.
After I contemplated this Innocence, this kindness.
Under sapphire or was it sardonyx brilliance.
I could only stop and smile, pleasantly, knowing
I didn't imagine it all.
This was a call to deliverance.
I felt this Angel and her relevance roll into magical
take my hand in Spirit lift and bless the Earth,
one body and all.
In more than temporary magic did she prime in me.
More than comprehension can appease.
This was an omen that had staying power.
A gift that soul blossoms like bloodstone
bred with moonflower, bred with golden fleece.
Because for a moment God thought
just for me.
In my rebirthing hour.
Unbeknownst to me it was my hour of need.
Copyright © Jude Herrick | Year Posted 2019
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