Resplendent Wings

Asleep and very ill,
I was awakened
by an
angelic vision
standing there,
to the
left of my bedside.

She had
a
face of porcelain,
her cheeks
casting a shade of rosy pink,
her loving dark brown eyes
looked over to me,
only a thin,
but gentle,
smile on her face.

Her
light brown hair,
with rays
of gold shining through it,
page-boy style,
reached to her shoulders,
where it met
with her
long pale
green gown,
flowing outwards,
barely touching the floor.

My special angel
did not
stand much taller
than my
bed rails,
but her wings
were of pure
resplendence.
One wing alone
was much
wider and taller
than two,
depicted in
any
piece of art.

I was
in
breathless awe
as I stared
at their
heavenly and glorious transcendence.
In
multiple layers,
there were
fleeting plumes
of
fluffy
white feathers,
curving outwards,
oh,
of such brilliance!

As I remained
in my silent state,
unable to speak
because of
the majestic glory
standing by me,
she reached out toward me.
Her long bell-shaped sleeves
of the pale-green gown
touched by
arms
as
she took
my hands
into hers.
In a
tender, calming
voice,
she said to me,
“I have come to take you home.”

This,
I was not expecting.
Tears filled my eyes,
and
in a weeping voice,
I replied,
“Please, let me stay.
I’m not yet ready to go.”
With one final look at me,
having the gentle, thin smile,
and her loving dark brown eyes,
she faded from my sight.

My time
here is
God’s time.
He has
blessed me,
so I will treasure
His gift.
When He
wants me
to go home,
I know
a
special angel
will come
to
take me there.

~Marie T. Morrison~