An Angel

I saw an Angel flying,
In her upward rise.
Just as I slowly lifted,
The sight of my eyes.

Into the blue up-yonder,
She slowly sailed.
Light became so intense,
That my vision failed.

The brightness and beauty,
Of that shimmering ray.
Told me that heaven,
Was out there that way.

In a soft, gentle fusion,
Unto earth she neared.
Then up...and away,
And she soon disappeared.

My eyes had beheld her,
In the flight of her sail.
And her journey had brought her,
This side of the veil.


E.P. 1908 - 1989


Teacup - LaRue Miller collection
Ackermann & Fritze maker marking beehive with year mark 9