Angel through darkness
In the lowest parts of my sorrows were all about my head
I needed to lay my eyes on the Goddess of my Idolatry once more
I called loud and woeful for help
And then light pierced the sky
True beauty appeared
Warm delicate hands pulled me up to the glow of dawn
She held me close, thin fingers gently stroking my hair
A gentle smile and soft comfort dried my tears with words of wisdom
“Smile, you” and “Your strength is your own”
Wonderful beautiful lady, denies her own halo and gives only credit to me
Is that the mark of a truly good soul?
Someone who refuses to take the credit for you being able to face this world
Someone who flies you to the top of the mountain on silky wings and but proclaims that you flew yourself there, she only told you that you could fly
Someone who can open your eyes wide to the brilliant shine of the sun
And tell you it was always there for you and your eyes were never broken
She was right, for my eyes weren’t broken, just drowned with tears
But nimble fingers gently wiped them dry and hold me close
And turned me to the light that had always shined
Whispering gently “The clouds are gone, and it’s a beautiful new day”
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Hear my words, may they move you in whatever direction your soul sees fit
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