The Epiphany

Wow,

Oh my god!

An angel blessed dressed and there,

wings

wings that span the universe!

There she is, stood before me,

My mind dancing this beauty of an

all encompassing angel -

and love, such warm tender feelings

that silence me, feelings that have

for all these years evaded me throughout

the shadows of each day.

And I sense the global warming

be a warning to the soul.

Earth is close,

close on conceding loss, loss

of our each and every species,

each and every person

puzzled by the sickening of this

present day humanity,

and I in turn am lost for words

within the scriptures of my life.

She stands before me

a tablet held close to her chest and I

read the words on a day the Saints begged

of God a rescue for the Earth,

and my tears are shed, shed for lonely

souls who wished the leaders be aware,

and the words echo around my mind

and wakes the soul blinded by the lies

and hurt from conflict.

The angel recites the words scrawled upon

the tablet of my soul written by the scribe

that is God himself, and as I wake,

the kind words begin the restoration of

my faith,

“Have spirit, follow your heart

in all its truth, and beat the pulse across

the Earth to the rhythm of one drum,

wake the leaders of nations fast and state;

the beginning of the end of battledom and

war has just begun.

And I awake from overdose of sleepers,

my waking moment be the rescue of a

fall from grace,

my disgrace at losing faith in God,

and my prayer begs all; reverse the states

of war on a globe that is the present from our

God,

Our God,

and I shout with all my heart,

“Stop the indiscriminate killing of

the life we hold in awe, our fellow human

Being.”

Michael J Waite 18^th May 2009 0600hrs