At night in dreams she comes to me
In full length gown with veil of lace
With noble grace, grand authority
Gives sweet kiss ‘n warm embrace
Sits face-to-face with me then speaks
Of her many travels to distant places
Like Istanbul, Beijing, Mozambique
Of other lands she sometime graces
Reveals beauty of God's Creation
The value of a loving heart, soul
The power of prayer, meditation
About man's longing to be whole
My Guardian Angel then takes flight
As night gives way to morning light
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