Photo by Karen Wood
(Rose garden angel at Beverly Hall, Quakertown, PA -- http://www.soul.org/)
I brush away a wayward hair ~
Then wonder if it was actually
An angel who touched me ...
For there was no hair.
I feel a softness against my face ~
And know it to be cool air
From the humming window air conditioner ...
Or an Unseen Guide.
I almost dare not move ~
For it would put a ripple
In the thick Love
That surrounds my Being.
I want to remain trapped in the Stillness.
I want to drown in the Soup
Of The Holy Presence.
I want the deafening Silence
To lull me to Eternal Sleep.
Freeze this moment!
Oh, Holy Presence!
As I sit here burning
With love for You,
Please freeze me!
~ By Karen Wood
