<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519834" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Angelic Vision</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">She sat lightly<br>On the edge<br>Of the mighty stone, <br>The very same one<br>That had rolled away<br>All on it's own - <br>With perfume on the cross<br>Around her neck <br>And just the slightest scent<br>Of good news upon her breath.<br>She glowed without<br>From beauty and grace within, <br>She seemed to understand<br>Each human flaw and chagrin. <br>There was pure poetry<br>In the words she said, <br>With enough life <br>To raise the dead.<br>She seemed to arise from nowhere<br>Blessed with vivid eternal vision<br>Meant for everywhere -<br>In her hair hung<br>A crimson flower, <br>Blooming with the color of blood<br>Drenched in the wonder of all living power.<br>Blossomed from the deep cold earth<br>Rising, hope to give<br>For all who shall ever hunger, want or hurt -<br>Sitting in the sun<br>Her eyes bright as a <br>New day, <br>Her heavenly voice carried grace To all who heard the words<br>She came to say.<br>Sure sincerity and subtle softness<br>Resided in her passionate words, <br>Sending out comfort and calm<br>Upon all who heard.<br>She spoke with blithe beauty<br>Of all that is: <br>With life, and death<br>Of what was, is and shall yet be, <br>Of the world's aching history<br>And mankinds deepest divine mystery, <br>From old words<br>The prophets did say<br>To venerated visions<br>Of the judgement day, <br>Of the mighty mountain top<br>And fallen unremembered rocks<br> (for, they had forgotten: <br> they were only a piece<br> not the whole Mountain.) <br>Of picking desert flowers to save<br>And riding distant clouds, <br>Of silent meditations<br>And singing out loud - <br>Her words<br>Upon the air did float, <br>With wild wonder<br>Like an epic poem<br>She sagaciously spoke.<br>Those words of hers<br>Light as a falling feather, <br>Powerful as a mighty wind<br>All bound by and within<br>The eternal forever - <br>Freely and fondly she did talk, <br>Amongst sinner and saint<br>She did walk. <br>Alike to the mean and the meek<br>Of peace, patience and understanding, <br>With wisdom<br>She did speak, <br>Of all manner of things deep<br>For which each soul does somehow<br>Earnestly seek.<br> - Maybe she came to prophesy, <br>Perhaps to judge... <br>But, most likely<br>To display redemption<br>And to give great love! <br> - An angel she could have been, <br>A dream<br>She might still be... <br>For in this worn world <br>Things, heard or seen, <br>Are not always as clear<br>Nor as certain<br>As they so often seem...<br>Therefore, peacefully watch<br>Patiently wait<br>Worry not<br>Nor in fear abide, <br>For the great King who stands<br>By her side at the gate<br>Did send the angel<br>Assurance for all to give<br>Of the waiting, wonderful fate...</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Smoky+Hoss">Smoky Hoss</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519834" data-title="Angelic Vision de Smoky Hoss" data-description="She sat lightly On the edge Of the mighty stone, The very same one That had rolled away All on it's own - With perfume on the cross Around her neck And just the slightest scent Of good news upon her breath. She glowed without From beauty and gr..."></div> </div> </div>

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