Halo a bit rusted
and askew, she stands hesitant
at the garden gate.
Bright eyes watch from the cedar bough,
winged creatures lift their voices
in celestial song.
Unannounced, she appears on the doorstep,
somewhat disheveled
and wings in disarray.
With her
a note that reads,
‘Fear not’.
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For me this touches on the fragility and resilience of faith…there is bravery and hope here. Lovely.
I love her wings being askew and am grateful for the “Fear not”. For I fear!