An angel turned to stone
With dandelions about her feet.
Marked by the passage of time.
Faded by the winters cold.
Her head tilted to one side.
An understanding smile remains.
The tip of one wing now missing.
Shaped by the Master's hand.
As I am now much older
Spending more time in reflection.
This angel remains nearly unchanged
From the memory of my youth.
But her smile still calls to me
And calms my aching heart.
Though my questions have changed
Her answers remain the same.
Trust in the wisdom of our father.
Be patient and calm and serene.
Accept the bad stoically as it happens.
Bask in the warm days of summer.
And know above all that
Angels are but the messengers.
Sent from God above
To comfort, guide and protect.
But not to save your soul.
For all the angels in God's dominion
Cannot get you through Heaven's gate.
The gift of God offered to you
Must be embraced by you alone.
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Stories and Poems Written from the Garden
PoetryA friend of mine suggested that instead of organizing what I write chronologically that I do so by topic. This book contains short stories and poems written from the garden.
