The angel walked without sound,
and he wore a cloak,
foot pressed to the ground,
his hair soaked,
he narrowed his eyes,
peered upward toward the holy skies,
a light had appeared,
at irregular intervals it disappeared,
then a shadow paused a moment,
then walked passed only to reappear,
the angel smiled,
and could not allow himself to rest,
although he did his best,
he did not allow his eyes
to close completely as he caught a flash
of silver lightning through the pale clouds,
the thunder followed and it was loud,
and the rain came down in crowds,
the holy water came fast,
as it darkened the night,
and the moon’s light would not last.