The angel visits me.
Shocking sound, vast colors, she’s suffused in light. A messenger, her words deeply stirring. Her face purest yellow, shining,
smiling, brings ease, a luminosity
She says everything
Will be all right,
All’s well, all shall be well,
All manner of things
Shall forever be well,
Like Julian said
Centuries ago
Vision of the angel stimulates my soul. Celestial caretaker comes to my bedside, rubs away my tears, takes away my fears
Light radiates the room
Eradicates doom
Flowers in bloom
Twilights of summer
Solitary streets
The angel visits me
All will be well.
Author’s Note: Yesterday, I shared a poem about the grim reaper and suicidal ideation. Today, I wanted to share something more hopeful – a visit from an angel. I wrote this poem a few days after writing the grim reaper poem in an attempt to summon the good, hope, and light that often emerges from dark times. I feel that by traveling the dark road that comes up sometimes, I am often surprised and delighted by the good times.
This is so beautiful, serene and, as you said, hopeful. You make a great point about how on the path of “darkness”, there is always a hope waiting for us. It does often surprise.
Very beautifully written, I enjoyed reading this. The images are fascinating.
Thank you so much for the kind words, Lucy!
I think resistance tends to bring more darkness, but acceptance opens the door a crack so the light can make its way in.
I agree! Thanks for reading, Ashley.