The ascending angel of light rises from the dark in the night displaying colors that are bright and is seen by awakened sight.
None may ever see its glory unless proven to be worthy and in their daily life's story win at God's Grace a priori. ___
The above poem was written to go with an original graphic art piece posted on another website many years ago. If anyone would like to see the art piece just use the link address below by copying it in your browser to view. https://truml.com/en/1ofme/graphics/154076