In the darkest cloak of night

I chanced upon a wondrous sight.      
                      
  An angel sheathed in streaks of light

Kept stumbling on the ground.  

Its legs were weak, as sanctuary,

It begged to keep, in church.

Silence pounded the ground beneath its feet

As it waited for dawn to break

And take the weight it carried.

Eventually it came to see that it was not alone

And with company came the strength to atone.  

Falling fast upon its knees

It quick confessed to the disease of sin.

Within its tone I heard a groan

As all things it said had only led it to pain.

The darkness lost its reign as daylight came

And within a glittering shower

I saw the power of love.

Within this place I’d found a grace

As forgiveness allowed the angel

To take its place above me.

Returning to its dome shaped home

I saw the angel carved in stone.

Its tranquillity was plain to see

Within features of serenity.

When leaving I found a single feather

Nestled on a bed of heather flowers  

And knew that I’d been there to see

That love empowers all.