Poem: Angel's breath

With a waft of angel’s breath

He blew my anxious, dreading thoughts away.

He swept aside my restless wrath,

And left for me a minty newness.

But then he said,

 

“Now you!” I try I try.

 

Now I think of waterfalls,

Tree-line paths, songbird calls,

Clouds across a moody, moving sky,

And airs from Mozart fill my mind

When he comes and sits with me.

 

-Still he comes-

 

Beneath my wide and roomy terrace tree,

Among the orchids, lilies glowing red,

And his cereus blooming in the night,

I feel and see his face as once it was,

So open, so beautiful, and kind.

   (K. Cronick)