Gabriel's Song

I sing my song

in a circle of radiance.

You stand among fanged lions.

You dream cloudless visions,

you young man full

of faith.

You are esteemed, highly.

You walk the temple stones.

You hope for a son, still,

you old man whose gnarled voice

I still.

Your prayer is heard.

You work the olives and the hearth.

You gaze shyly at your betrothed,

you young woman full of oak

and faith.

You are favored, highly.

I sing my song

in a circle of fire.

At TweetSpeak Poetry, we’ve been talking about angels this month. And since the month is almost over, I thought I better add something angelic. Well, sort of angelic.

This poem is also submitted for Open Link Night at dVerse Poets. The links will be live at 2 p.m. Central time today.

Photograph: 13^th century Georgian icon of the Archangel Gabriel.