Waiting

Waiting for that moment
When my arms are wide
And there grow my wings,
Welcoming the air that gushes against them.

A spectral delight of holographic colour,
Surrounded by shimmer and stardust.
Orbs of blinding white light;
A celestial being
To illuminate the grey, cobweb-ridden corners of the world.

A beautiful, iridescent creature
Whom hurt and evil could never corrupt,
Whose smile burns through supposed enemies
And whose warmth turns dark hearts
Toward the light.

The timeless tale
Of spiritual stewardship:
An angel for all,
Neither discriminatory nor selective.

The wings of this blessed angel
Cover the expanse of the Earth
And all that is known.

Into her arms we fall
When the time comes,
And then, again, we shall rise -
Rising over, and over again.