Story without end angel poem for Carolyn 51

Joy
is like water
that runs
smoothly
downhill
over grass,
and weeds,
and flowers
all the same

.
An angel carries an urn
filled with birds,
and treasures
and messages
and when she glimpses sunrise
her heart opens up like a flower
and her feet dance as in the snow
and all the ancestors
stand up in surprise
and clap

.
A Vague moon
showers its peace
and doves fly over

.
Story-without-end

.
by Angelman Raphael