Angelic Visitor

It was midnight in the pale, cold room,

And the mirror showed the fading light.

Dark shadows crossed and did weary fight,

For the kingdom of the pale, bleak gloom.

Twas' in that dark that I did behold,

Though my mind proposed it fancy lies,

And the thing my heart it did surprise,

If ever a claim should be so bold.

Yay, in the shadows a figure gleamed;

A bright ancient being in my home,

The shape of a woman there did rome,

Though halo nor wings was she there themed.

Her beauty was great, surpassing all,

All that man should conspire to compose.

Her fragrance was sweet, like a new rose,

A new rose after a fresh rainfall.

The light I beheld shown through the dark,

And conquered shadows that once did reign,

And I, thinking no more could I gain,

Did begin with my words to embark.

“Visitor,” said I in the midst of gleam,

“Speak your name, oh splenderous being!”

“For now do I grave question my seeing,”

“And ask if I do fancy a dream.”

“Hear,” spoke the lady, whose look like fire,

Did softly harp in her pure, warm voice.

“Hear, for the time comes to make a choice.”

She chimed in sounds as the church's choir.

“I come” proclaimed she, “to speak you truth,”

“Of wisdom sound, safe, and secure.”

“Thus, should you find your heart true and pure,”

“Then speak I words from old ones to youth.”

My mind did blank, unknowing her words,

“What?” questioned I, “Do your lips proclaim?”

“Tis' this a joke, a cruel, sickened game?”

“To lure me out, as worms to the birds?”

“Nay!” boomed she in the most pure, sweet yell,

“Tis' no game that I play with your soul,”

“For the clock has struck to make you whole,”

“To keep your soul from the hot, dark hell.”

And now in my heart, I felt a twitch,

A faint flicker in a dying flame.

“Tell me,” stammered I, “what is your name?”

“And why do you burn so bright and rich?”

“For I have perceived darkness these years,”

“In my eyes and within my dull heart,”

“Tell me why now the aching does start,”

“And why your light in my sight appears.”

And in that vast black sea of dwelling,

As wood creaked and echoed through the halls,

Now the light figure did gently pause,

In black sea sent her mind a'sailing.

“I am of the ancient race of old,”

“Who first saw with God the infant earth.”

“Who sang songs unheard when it gave birth,”
”And beheld life as it did unfold.”

“I burn bright and rich as the Lord spake,”

“A flame made to ever light man's ways.”

“A scintillation in the dark days,”

“A light of hope in the rough storm's wake.”

“Your heart does ache for darkness has spread,”

“It has filled you and bore you shadow,”

“That through your veins goodness should not flow,”

“And turn black all 'twas crimson red.”

“You see now the truth within your eyes;”

“For though you've lived blind all these dark years,”

“And through their blackness cried lonely tears,”

“Now in that darkness shall light arise.”

“The meritorious Father saw,”

“He did so righteously comprehend,”

“That on this night your own dust would end,”

“On bitter blade would you choose to fall.”

“Yay! Behold your salvation does chime!”

“A bell incandescent upon ring,”

“That provides your soul fond notes to sing,”

“In syncopation of ardent time!”

And at this so elegant, pure praise,

There gushed two waterfalls from my lens,

“Now,” thought I then, “my spirit contends,”

“The weight of my sins I cannot raise.”

Then I spoke to the flamed creature,

“Surely have I been darkness' slave.”

“And nearly brought by it to my grave,”

“If not for your great words, dear teacher.”

Then she echoed in the vast expanse,

Of that dark, but hopeful little room,

Where sunshine now began faint to bloom,

And burst forth night and morning's romance.

“Son of man, now unharden your heart,”

The lady of light proceeded then,

“For the new day now starts to seep in,”

“And soon this dimension shall I part.”

“Dear servant of God, hear my great plea!”

I cried as my knees descended down,

“Plead to the God who wears the thorned crown,”

“Forgive me my sins; tis' your decree!”

Then the celestial being knew,

How blind and fragile was I before,

So her bright hand rose me from the floor,

And on me her angelic breath blew.

“Son of man, you need not ask of me,”

“For your sins alone just One can bear,”

“Through blood and torture they can be there,”

“In Christ then now shall you truly see.”

And before I could speak in return,

Her bright illumination did fade,

The shadowed room she soon did evade,

Leaving it there a soft golden burn.

There felt I comfort warm and pleasant,

As I saw with new eyes the birds nesting,

Feeling relief from weights once resting,

And the God in my heart now present.

In ecstasy the thing did unfold,

My vision bathed in colors of new,

So that every rich and blessed hue,

Remembered the bright angel in gold