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