Out in the yard gazing up at stars
As daylight turned to dusk,
Twilight descending silently,
In the air the sweet scent of musk.
Suddenly from out of the shadows,
A light of the palest pink,
Surrounding the dew kissed roses,
Perhaps an angel, I think.
With unbelieving eyes I stared,
This must one of those dreams,
Why would and angel come to me,
It just couldn't be what it seems.
As I arose to walk to the garden,
She slowly lowered her head,
A halo of gold beckoned me,
As her gossamer feathers were spread.
In an instant I was wholly embraced
By down of the purest white,
A whisper of gentle assurance,
Completely dislodged the fright.
She told me of God's love for me,
How He knew of the weakness I felt,
And with her delicate, soothing voice,
She prayed with me as I knelt.
When I raised my head to our Father,
To thank Him for sending her here,
Her feathery wing on my shoulder,
Removed the lingering fear.
As I looked again she was standing,
Radiant wings preparing to fly,
I knew my faith had been restored,
As she soared through the star filled sky.
My eyes quickly scanning the heavens,
As I watched this exquisite sight,
Our Lord had given me peace again,
Showing His delicate Angel in flight.