Raise your head
and look forward, Angel,
let the ash
fall from your eyes.
Stand in balance
with not a word said,
and let the constellation
of your life rise.

Too long this penitent form,
too long this grief and shame,
raise your head, Angel,
and look forward again.

The ground you need not see
for I never rescinded your wings,
and look
how the Sibyls appear
to make of your scars
such jeweled things.

I myself have come to you,
see what it is I bear,
your heart undamaged
and still so very clear.

In my years of waiting,
I have wrought for it,
links of chain
made from your learning,
so no storm will separate you again.

Let me lay your heart
upon you
and fasten the clasp.
Let the faithful come and serve you
their hands
made ready with
silk for your skin,
and oil for your hair,
drink, my Angel, 
of the wine they offer
and find the memories
that we once shared.

the cruelty
of choice,
is that it always leaves us denied,
freedom lies in our awareness
that all love survives.

and even though
there is not one thing
that can be reclaimed,
within every moment
there lies the chance
to begin.

Raise your head, Angel,
and stretch out your wings.
The world has been longing
to be loved
again.