I saw an angel cloud today. A single silhouette floating gracefully below the midday sun. Thank you for the sign from heaven, Dad. I love and miss you everyday.
Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth,
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed and joined the tumbling mirth of sun-split clouds –
and done a hundred things You have not dreamed of –
wheeled and soared and swung high in the sunlit silence.
Hovering there I’ve chased the shouting wind along
and flung my eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up the long delirious burning blue
I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace,
where never lark, or even eagle, flew;
and, while with silent, lifting mind I’ve trod
the high untrespassed sanctity of space,
put out my hand and touched the face of God.
Michael Robert Moore. December 7, 1934 – January 19, 2010
4 replies to “JAN 19 : 19/365”
Angels are everywhere. Sometimes floating lightly above our heads.
Interesting… I got a message from the “clouds” today myself.
Lovely! Thanks for sharing, Alise!