I wander, lost. Am I a spirit,
to wander so, sad and lonely,
cut off from the roiling, chaotic,
masses of humanity, and set to
wander, adrift in a brilliant sea,
vivid colors clashing always,
with the ever present void of
Infinity?

An Angel soaring, flying,
purpose divine lights his eyes.
Glowing, full of Holy Purpose,
wings spread, black and white,
he flies, black hair streaming,
pale face glowing, eyes alight
with the power of the Almighty,
God, who sits in Heaven, and so
watches over his faithful, men
and women who have taken into
their hearts the glory, light, and
love, that is He.

An Angel soars, coming to Earth,
Gods purest creation, landing, grassy
knoll alive with his touch, presence
spreading, flowing, the flowers raise
their heads, the leaves unfurl, to the
light and glory of the presence of
God, his might and glory flowing
from the Angel and out, Life and Light
pouring out, Gods first creation, testament
and reminder, to the power and glory of
God.

And the waters flowing, pure, cleansed of
taint, and vile substance, flow on, bringing
a tide of Life, rejuvenating flow, power springing
from the smallest finger of the Hand of God.

The Angel bows, the light recedes, night returns,
stars shining, their light beacons, white fire, to light
the dark vaults of Heaven.

And then, in a great surge of power and holy light,
he is gone, gone back to his Fathers Halls in the
Eternal Paradise of Light and Love that is Heaven.

The flowers bow their heads in sleep, the leaves
close upon their limbs, the quiet of night once
again envelops the sleeping world, and wraps all
in a soft shroud of darkness.

There is the smell of Jasmine in the air, the
leaves sigh on the standing trees, a night wind
to stir the air, the scent of salt upon its wings,
an ocean tang, exotic, and yet familiar, as a
dreamer encounters substance of a half
remembered dream, vivid in the waking world,
and wonders, at this feeling, sublime in its
familiarity, wonderful, in its quality of exotic
strangeness, the substance of dream
intruding on the daylight world, subtle and
yet bold, a seeming figment of the
sleeping mind, made real, in the light of day.

And so this dream, wonderful, in its glory
and light, may intrude in subtle ways into
the internal fabric of your everyday life,
reminder of the glory and power and light
and love, of the Almighty, eternal in his
undying light.

Walking...
Walking.
Walking,
light, the falling
Universe,
revolving
in endless
stillness,
within
Chaos,
within
Life.

Walking,
through
t­he ocean
of the
Universe,
of the void
not-void,
each step
sending
ripples,
energy;
the seeds of
Life.

Looking,
I see,
the world
falls
away,
the Universe,
is not,
and all
is nothing;
But within,
(striving
past the
Mind of
the Lost
Ones)
I see
Love,
and so,
the Universe.

Through the light lanes,
Through the dark lanes,
Through the paths beneath
the sky, I wander,
And the sun a *****
Brilliance in shadow,
In the blue-green-brown speckled
Beauty of her Eye;
Revolving, revolving in ad infinitum,
Dancing in a
Faery dream..
Will she blink?

Wind
Swells in the sea and
Sky,
Darkening;
My little boat
fares on,
Waiting
For the
World to
Calm.

Love; thorn
in the brier
strand;
hypodermic
in its kisses'
sting-
the breath
of life in
the brittle
womb;
soft succor,
the shoots of
Spring: Peace
in the needles
bite.