August 16, 2005
High above I see a vision;
A soft figure in the distance
Sweetly singing
Of God's wondrous love,
The love that fills her
And all those who hear.
There is a glow that
Gently illuminates her face
And warms my entire soul,
My entire self.
How beautiful she is;
Set apart from all others
In her radiance.
I can scarcely take it in,
But I am drawn
At the same time.
Oh the paradox
Of being blinded
And also seeing so clearly.
The haze
That comes to my eyes
Makes me wonder
If I am dreaming
Or if it is real.
It is in this moment
That I become fully aware
Of how much
I have fallen in
And will always be in
Love with
The angel in the loft.