Angelic Vision Poem by Smoky Hoss

She sat lightly
On the edge
Of the mighty stone,
The very same one
That had rolled away
All on it's own -
With perfume on the cross
Around her neck
And just the slightest scent
Of good news upon her breath.
She glowed without
From beauty and grace within,
She seemed to understand
Each human flaw and chagrin.
There was pure poetry
In the words she said,
With enough life
To raise the dead.
She seemed to arise from nowhere
Blessed with eternal vision
Meant for everywhere -
In her hair hung
A crimson flower,
Blooming the color of blood,
Drenched with living power.
Sitting in the sun
Her eyes bright as a new day,
Her heavenly voice carried grace To all who heard the words
She came to say.
Sure sincerity and subtle softness
Resided in her passionate words,
Sending out comfort and calm
Upon all who heard.
She spoke
Of all that is;
Of what was, and shall yet be,
Of the world's aching history
And mankinds deepest desire for mystery.
She spoke from old words
The prophets did say
To venerated visions
Of the judgement day,
Of picking desert flowers to save
And riding distant clouds,
Of silent meditations
And singing out loud -
Her words
Upon the air did float,
With wild wonder
Like an epic poem so wisely spoke.
Those words of hers
Light as a falling feather,
Powerful as a mighty wind
All bound by and within
The eternal forever -
Freely she talked,
Amongst sinner and saint
She walked.
Alike to the mean and the meek
Of peace, patience and understanding,
She did speak.
Of things wide
and things deep,
Of things known and unknown
for which for which mankind shall always seek.
- Maybe she came to prophesy,
Perhaps to judge...
But, most likely
To display redemption
And to give great love!
- An angel she could have been,
A dream
She might still be...
For in this worn world
Things, heard or seen,
Are not always as clear
Nor as certain
As they so often seem...
Therefore, peacefully watch, patiently wait,
Worry not
Nor in fear abide,
For this angel was sent
To remain, always, at your side.