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Moonbeams of Gold
An angel, determined, swooped down from
above
His
magnificent wings tinged with ivory and mauve.
With halo of thorns adorning his head,
He descended to earth and to my humble stead.
Unbeknownst to me,
as he entered my room
He folded his wings in sweet scent perfume.
In an
aura of frankincense, linen and myrrh,
He stood by my bed, not a sound, not a stir.
Through the
shutter there filtered the softest moonbeam
As the scent of this wildwood impassioned my dream
With heavenly visions that angels have dressed;
Revealing,
enshrining my heavenly guest.
In one hand he
held a long decorative scroll,
With the other he chastened the heart of my soul.
Clearly written in script of the prophets of old,
He wrote down my name in moonbeams of gold.
© 2
October 1982 Audrie Inise Shively Rogers
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October 1982 - All Rights Reserved
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