while it was there
much wonder did I share
It hovered ever so near
yet miles...and eons from here
I was blessed by its presence
...baptized by its essence
...before it had to go
it gave me a gift...I know
that cannot be seen...
or translated as in a dream
It did leave...on angels wings
and...in its place...
a soft  voice...now sings

Hurrying me along...and yet...
...halting my steps...
to rejoice...in that we met...

©Faye Sizemore 8/18/03