Fragrant the ring of children’s laughter
Tingling my bones in hazy sunlight
Filtered through the flimsy trees
Peals of church bells mingle with
Floating wisps of air
Angel faces, angel hair,
Fine as filigree
Upon a tapestry, bright and green,
Soft as ether
Transparent as time.
Here is no place for the burn of anger
Nor the breathless clutch of sadness.
Here reigns only a calm, almost
Induced by heavy sunshine
Blanketing all in warmth and light.
As I sleep, heal me I pray-
Let my wounds become scars,
Let my scars begin to fade,
Let me become as the angels
Looking upon the laughing ones until
In the sun as in the darkness
We see no more a difference between us
We are – as one.