A messenger of God descended down to me.
He opened his lips to deliver the message,
and placed his lips softly upon mine.
Ruah. The message went into me like breath.
It filled me with life and awakened my soul.

This Easter morn my eyes keep searching,
for my angel, but I do not find him.
It is hard to return to earthly work.
I know I must, for it is where I dwell.
I am different now, for I carry the message
the angel gave to me, forever in my heart.
I can not see him, but I know he is present.
The breath he gave me, the message,
is the great unearned gift: love.

04/08/2007

Author's Note: Angels are defined as messengers of God. I encountered and angel recently.

Posted on 04/09/2007
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