The Angel by the Fire

Just as the world tilts forward one night

I rise from my rest to the fire's soft light.

The flames spring steady their warmth holding near

A silence surrounds me with no sound to hear.

The room feels common the moment feels plain

No thought in my head no burden no chain.

The crackle of fire the shadows that bend

The peace suggests that the night has no end.

But then I turn and the silence is torn

The moment is shifted the ordinary worn.

For there in the room by the glass standing tall

An angel appears and it silences all.

Its wings are alive each feather a flame

With thousands of colors no tongue could name.

Like water and fire they ripple and flow

A living display in a radiant glow.

Its robe is in motion though no wind is near

Waves of pure brilliance both distant and near.

Each fold shines with light as though heaven had cast

A vision too holy for moments to last.

I cannot move nor can I breathe

The fire still burns though my eyes won't leave.

The world falls away both the walls and the floor

In my presence I start to feel my God even more.

Then suddenly gone in a breath and a blink

The vision is taken as fast as a wink.

But the moment remains the fire still glows

The truth of what happened my spirit still knows.

For just as the world tilts forward I see

God is showing his messenger speaking to me.