The Breakthrough

There is an angel

floating by my shoulder

whispering as I sleep

I can hardly hear it

yet I know it’s there.

These are forces

all about our illusion

breathing through the ethers

they touch our souls

they tickle our spirits.

God is all around

asking only for our faith

to push beyond the wall

the one we build

with but our fear.

I cry for this futility

that takes our hand

leading us into darkness

it has such power

yet no real meaning

( when shall we learn?)

PAF written April 1991 months before I met my Stacy Lynn