For every angel who carries <br />a summons - PUT ON YOUR ARMOR; <br />PREPARE FOR BATTLE - or softly calls <br />one by name, saying, - HAIL... FULL OF <br />GRACE - there must be a dozen angels at least <br /> <br />who descend the Ladder of Ascent, <br />glide across the twilight air. <br />Blending their presence with the scent <br />of lilacs and violets, they place <br />the needful gift on a flat rock, <br /> <br />or inside a flower circle, arranged <br />so that one knows the gift is heavenly, <br />and then they withdraw into the shadows <br />from which they keep watch over us <br />all through the night in their inexpressible love.<br /><br />Daniel Brick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-visitation-of-angels/
