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 Left.next poem