I see you there in the blank page

with each word, little by little, out comes the Angel that no

one else could see....

                                    the unseen poem, Bubbling Brook in the

Misty Valley....the song in the Forest.... and when my poem

was done, I sat back and saw the Angel with her

poetic wings smiling back at me...so when others would say

" How did you write this?" I quote from Michelangelo

" I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him

free"

Fly my pretty Angel.....to wounded souls

        hearts that need Love.....Spirits that need to be still

and Worship  the Creator above......