Reflection of An Angel
I saw a reflection of an angel.
It was rather vague yet so real.
It told me a story of sanctity.
It told me a story of aged maturity.
It was beautiful.
I saw a reflection of an angel.
It was rather vague yet so real.
It held out its pure hand.
Reached for a strand of my weary hair.
Swiftly stroked it back and put it in its rightful place.
It was soothing.
I saw a reflection of an angel.
It was rather vague yet so real.
It took my hand and gently clasped it.
Pulled me up to stand on my feet;
And gently whispered…” this is how you start…”
It was strengthening.
I saw a reflection of an angel
It was rather vague yet so real.
It scooped my hands up in the air.
Slightly forced my head to tilt upward;
And with another whisper said..."This is how you surrender
To a much greater purpose”.
It was heartbreaking.
I saw a reflection of an angel.
It was rather vague yet so real.
It gently wiped away a tear.
Washed it away with warm waters.
Gently swiped my face with a towel of hope.
It was awakening.
I saw a reflection of an angel.
It was rather vague yet so real.
It titled my head towards the mirror.
And gently whispered “this is a story of sanctity…
This is a strand of a life ahead full of exaltation;
A few feet away from healing that inspires;
This is a story of great surrender to pain
And welcoming of inner peace
This is a story of a gentle tear that will forever
Form a river of immersed hope;
It was divine fulfillment.
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