Something Serene Poem by Gert Strydom

Where you lie beside me
your face reflects peace
and there’s holiness around you
as if something serene
has folded its wings over you.

I glimpse but cannot see any shadow
that it makes
upon the wall
and my eyes do not behold
the angel which
unfolds its wings
to cover you,
yet it’s surely there.

In the silence
of the stretching dark
I pray a prayer
to Him from whom
all angels of light come
to draw a wall of fire
around us
and slowly and surely
sleep creeps in
and I glide away
to the next day.