SNOW ANGELS

Beloved by Grace
as angels watched in silence,
awestruck and perched  
 
I understand it is my time to go
 
Intuitively gaping their wings and descend into flight
 
Leaving snow drifts of swirls behind the force of their glide
as they glitter this earth like a mystical guide
 
Illuminated
by a moonlit
 snowfall  
 of a fresh powdered storm

Every crystal unique in its identity
 of each fallen flake
 
The angels have placed where each one belongs
 
Laying blankets of snow
Underneath the majesty of nature

The mountains of Oquirra
Where heaven awaits me
Her outstretched hand beckons me
 
Following the angels ascension
As I am placed in a palace of mirrors
She welcomes me
I am home