At Journey's End
A Symphony of Angelic tones,
Resurrection in the night.
Angel dances, preceding heavens throne,
waltzing in arena of delight.
A breath of beauty in Cherub's frame,
flawless skin of pearls so fair.
Gown of red "O' firey flame,"
and spun with threads of golden hair.
Fluttering wings in elegant grace,
as she glides softly 'round and 'round.
Solemn peace adorns her Angel face,
to hear her sing "On Holy Ground."
Moonlight casts it's radiant beam,
where earth and heaven meet and blend.
The ritual of Angel brings
joy to saints at journeys end.
© 1998 by Linda J. Adams
Linda's Reflections, My Poetry