Snow Angel

I was on my way to work the other day and from out of nowhere, I see this snow angel on the side of my driveway. It has been a very long while since such innocense has been acquainted with my now 17 year old daughter. Much pain has buried her in broken

Somewhere out there,
now in yesterdays gone past,
one little girl lie down to create
wonderful, whimsical snowangels.
A gift from heaven, she was.
Now memories of the angelic
give way to the turmoil of adolescence.
Everyday ushers in new drama.
Layers of pain blanket my angel.

When did your
halo fall?
Echoes of Innoscense
ring in my ears.
Echoes sound just beyond my reach.


Have you seen my
angel?
Verily, I ask you, dear
echo, which way did she go?

You see, she was
once here with a halo
upon her brow.

Broken, the halo fell.
Ever day assaulted her.
Every touch from her preditor
now a thorn in her crown.

Cast from heaven,
once glorious,
my angel lies broken.
Eternity’s wings have been clipped.

An angel lies crying,
gaining knowledge of good
and evil, love and hate.
In her world there is
no flutter of angel wings.

Verily, verily
I ask of you, dear echo,
“Someday, will she soar?
Is yesterday lost forever?
Tomorrow will my angel fly?”.

“Much pain she will
endure, but fly again, she will.”,

in the night the echo speaks.
“Now the world shall have it’s way.

Tomorrow brings new flight.
Hope will win the war.
Eternity will see your angel soar.”.

“Night time cloaked
in darkness,
gains this battle’s victory, yet
heaven awaits
the return of it’s wounded.”

“Broken halos are gathered.
Rings of broken purity,
in heaven will be restored.
Now the world wages war
‘gainst our angels, both mine and yours.”


Yesterday’s angel hobles wounded.
echos of her fluttering wings
speak of tomorrow’s hope. 
Today she will lie down and
etch snow wings into the ground...
reminding me of the past’s beauty,
directing me toward the future’s promise.
An unexpected encounter,
yet the angel lying in the snow has spoken.


Words settle gently near my soul,
in a voice not heard with ears.
This voice is heard in the heart. 
Here deep in my chest, right next to who I am


you can hear the rhythmic message of hope.
Of a new day, it whispers.
Untold are the mysteries of promises yet fulfilled.
 

Reviews

[Jenny Davis]

This is too beautiful for words....my goodness dear I am speechless...LOVELY, lovely piece!

Merry Christmas,
Jenny

[An Ordinary Woman]

Side note, I just rated this a 95, so why does it now say 92 something when obviously I'm the first and only one to give it a rating? I don't understand that, I've been watching this ratings thing. I don't understand it or like it very much because it doesn't seem accurate to me.

Sorry, just sayin this deserves more than the 92 it got.

[An Ordinary Woman]

Awww. Dear one,

This just blew me away. I wasn't expecting this. It touched me, deeply.

Having daughters that managed to survive adolescence and now sons' in the midst of it, I can relate big time.
This is sooo touching. Nothing, ever, is bigger than a mothers love for her child.

Bless you both today. Keeping you in my thoughts .....