It stirred and It shone,
Never was it gone.
I laughed and I cried,
It remained by my side.
Quite unexpected,
Completely unaffected,
It managed to hold
With compassion untold.
Like dust to the fairies or potion to a wizard,
The magic it brought was stronger than a blizzard.
Steadfast and able, honest and true,
Sincere in intention, so out of the blue.
It pierces my heart, my senses go wild.
I fall to my knees, my tears cannot hide.
I’m finally accepted, despite all my trouble,
And still it is present, protecting my bubble.
I’m grateful, I’m humbled,
Not sure what it might mean.
I think it’s an angel,
Sent to me through my screen.
I took up the challenge from Vaughan Jones, a SAFREAN colleague, to try a poem. This was it! Thank you to Vaughan for his constructive input and support. I enjoyed the exercise.
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Alexis, congrats, the poem is wonderful. It was my pleasure to assist you.
Vaughan.
If this is your first, it’s a successful exercise. Nicely done.
When you discover if it was an angle or something else, please let us all know.
No angle, but possibly angels here on earth, albeit through the digital divide!
I meant angle. Think about that. You have to have and know the ethical angle before an Angel might find you.
It left me quiet and still – kind of a similar to the sense that I got every time I walked into St Patrick’s Cathedral in Dublin.
Thank you Heléne. That’s a lovely thing to say.