The Visitation

Archangel Gabriel visited
Me last night, sat
Down beside me on the bed
And said: Why cry
My lamb?  Do you not know
You walk in light and are
Unceasingly accompanied?
Can you not sense our wings?
I considered this, and sniffed, 
And said: Violets - like
The scent of violets
Borne on an evening
Wind He nodded approvingly, 
Patted my hand, and said:  
That's it my child - 
Discernment And then he
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