On scraps of petals
I poured out verses
for the angel in me to sing.
The stars twinkled
in ethereal blues and myriad colours.
The angel dressed in white gown
with flowing sleeves
and a golden crown
began to dance
to the heavenly tunes of my verses.
Like an adoring pilgrim
with love filled eyes,
I lift upmy palms
filled with the milk of purity
and poured it on your blessed countenance.
The milk flew down
on the eyes, nose, lips, chin
and along the contours of your body.
It was a venerable adoration
beyond any reasoning.
In the pouring light of the soft morning sun
white clouds lie flat on the lap of the blue sky.
I heard the whispers of the mild rain
and felt the gentle cool breeze.
Fill my heart O Angel
with the gentle music of a flute.
Touch my lips with a white feather.
Paint my eyelids with the golden rays of the dawn.
Make me lie on your holy lap
like dew drops clinging to the blooming rose.
(My adoration of the angel in me cannot be explained by human reasoning. In the morning and at dusk I pray "fill my heart O Angel and make me lie on your holy lap".
My verses and the angel's song and dance and my adoration with the milk of purity are my expressions of a devotion of this inner reality in which I believe. I believe in an angel in me. Do you also believe? ? ? ?)
Topic(s) of this poem: angels , poetry, prayer
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