Angel’s Call

Whispery wings
Brush past my cheeks.
I am enmeshed
In dew-moist traces.

Redwood needles
Cushion my steps.
The silence –
Profound, deep, ancient.

Sound of skittering bird,
Whirl of dragonfly,
Fragrance of dusty resin
From heart of redwood tree.

Mother Earth
Cries for water,
Nourishment,
For healing Presence.

The air is filled
With Angels,
Ready to be called.

I connect to Earth Mother.
I connect to Angelic Presence.
I connect to Source.

My shoulder blades
Sense where wings once fluttered.
My Radiant Heart
Surrounds the planet.

I AM.

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