Poem for Michael-Edward, supreme channel for Archangel Michael, departed

The Foam, great creator
made you
and you rose
on the swell
that carries one
across
to the nether shore.
An anchor you are
to all who pass;
‘You may pass’
are your words
that echo
across time.
Here is inspiration
that began many roads
and aligned many hearts
to face
the Sun
of
Mik-a-el, Archangel