16d • Poetry
The Angel’s Gift
Soothing raindrop patterns
Look – there must be a million tiny pools
Listen – they are pitter-pattering of peace
(Are they distorting my vision?)
I dreamt of that angel again
The one with soulful, engaging eyes…
Beautiful eyes filled with hope of passion fulfilled
Teared with the memory of past hurt
Arms crossed, to shield her tender heart from…
(Me?)
I close my eyes
The angel’s arms are open
She takes me in her arms to a place
The place where picture postcards are born
(I believe it is heaven)
In heaven she gives me a gift
She fills my heart with Christmas swans
She crosses her arms again
(Those eyes, those mesmerizing eyes…)
And I awake
To the peaceful pitter-pattering of raindrops…
Terry Hamer, Christmas 2000, Nanaimo
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