An Angel Appeared, Again Poem by Maurice Harris

I asked God to send me an Angel, and He did;
Perhaps afeared of Her own status, She hid
When I told Her that I adore Her;
She appeared again-so, here we are-
She before me, and I, before Her;
Though neither of us may see quite that far,
We both now seem willing to embrace our combined futurity
As pre-destined to gift the jollity we ardently desire!
Perhaps it is a sign of our new-found maturity,
That neither of us are afraid to express what our hearts admire!

I love someone, and because of same, set Her free;
Now I pray, that in His wisdom, He will let Her be
The one about which my heart has foretold-
The one upon which my mind ruminated, and my spirit extolled,
As the singularly unique mate, for my embattled soul;
The only one who may pick up the pieces, to make me whole!

God, in His infinite wisdom, only knows,
As my curiosity about same, only grows!
If I but could expose Her to my heart's ardor,
Then I might garner more clout in this amorous barter!
These thoughts are too much; the dubiety, too great-
I wish too know all now, not to hesitate
And wait, for it all to unfold, before me!
I need for the embrace of the Angel who does adore me!

Angel, beautificently inspired, if You may hear me,
Answer my prayers and avow You want to be near me!
Tell me that, at long last, the wait is over, and the time, nigh-
For our hearts to consort, and our souls to ally!