She was clad in white linen
with a sash made of gold
I knew she was an angel,
without being told

Her presence was felt
without uttering a word
I closed my eyes in awe
at the music I heard

She pointed to the path ahead
as she touched me on the arm
And I felt the presence of the one
I'd waited for so long

I felt a rush of angel wings
and swiftly they were gone
I looked at the path that lay ahead
that once seemed so very long

Trumpets blared at the gates ahead
and I saw a golden light
And a little child with golden hair
that drifted out of sight

The angel that had led me
was going through the gate
And she called to me in a gentle voice
'' I'm sorry you have to wait ''

Suddenly, I opened my eyes
and lay there in the night
It seemed so real, the dream I had,
the moon outside shone bright

A quiet peace surrounded me
and light shone on my bed
I felt the presence of the Lord
but it wasn't my time yet

Sand * * *

(The above poem was written especially for this set by
Sand. You are more than welcome to use it on this set,
but remember to use the matching logo to link back to
"The Softest Kind Of Poetry". ~THANK YOU~)