FLYING THROUGH TIME

For ever the angel
is flying towards us

a timeless being
bearing the burden

of
Time.

His wounded wings
trapped in paint

& the imagination
of the human mind

healing the hearts
of all who gaze upon

the beauty
of the artist’s hand

flying from century to century
flying from mind to mind

before resting
at last

in mine.

I leave this church
of shadows & saints

October sunlight
assaults my eyes

birds startle
suddenly into blue

an angel
like a prayer

curled up
in my soul

...asleep.