Angel poem for Rose’s mother 86 years.

Be Brave.
There is Light coming.
As water flows over hills
so Love must cherish the Warm
hearted,
I heard a clock
strike.
I heard all angels
singing.
It was an ocean movimg.
It was sweet and low
and I moved to seaweeds Sway.
It bade me welcome.
It bathed me.
It washed me
and I felt
Earth
Moving
too.
Night could never be so lovely
underneath
the stars
Here
Now.