An angel comes flying
to announce good tidings.
What tidings will they be?
Time alone will tell.

A flutter of wings in the air.
The senses, drawn upwards,
behold with awe the great arc of light.
The day dawns bringing fear and hope.

What does this mean, the light, the voice of angels?
Look within your heart
and read the message.
The self stretches out to you.

This is life's secret.
Clarity gropes its way through the dense clouds.
The gossamer veils of heaven
cannot thrust the dark spirit towards truth.

This is what nurtures the spirit
the uncertainty, the unknown,
in wondrous ways the spirit,
through sheer will alone, attains fulfillment.

The flutter of wings inspire,
proclaim the advent of Heaven,
lead to the ways of God -
man's self-perception alone
will help to "renew" his spirit.

So passing angels come
to bathe you in their light.
The appearance may mislead,
but God will never forsake you.

A network of woven perceptions
reveals the good, the right.
The smile of the angels,
the rustle of wings
inspire the soul of man.

The heart expands, the soul rejoices,
all senses are revived,
- this will endure -
man has not outgrown the cradle,
but this does not mean there is no hope.

The path lies open
through Heaven's wondrous ways,
it is now up to man
to embark on this inspiring journey
through the world of thought.

Ursula Kelch
Künstlername: Liz Kelly