yesterday I encountered an angel,

an angel singing,

singing deep songs of the soul,

her wings hidden under a rough jumper,

her halo a woollen hat,

and she laid stones,

stone upon stone

with weathered hands,

as she spoke to me of

prevenient grace,

of Father,

of love,

of spirit,

more grace flowed

from her lit up face…

and she woke me again

to the wild stirrings of my soul

woke me to loves deep calling,

deep to deep,

to letting go,

to finding love again,

in the garden…

so I walked the labyrinth,

and found love among the trees,

where kneeling on the wet earth and leaves,

whose smell rose around me as incense,

I heard a cry…

let go, she called

let go,

“Don’t cling to me”,

a voice echoed back through the depths of time…

“Don’t cling, for if you cling

how can I rise?”

let go,

let go,

she sang again

(a song I knew, yet did not know)

Let go and you will rise,

connect again with who you

truly are…

Don’t cling,

be wild,

be free,

come learn again

to simply be….