I have seen the angel that lifts the morning sun…

I have seen the angel that lifts the morning sun…
I have seen the angel that turns on the stars…
I know the guardian of the night who fills my soul with oil…
She is the one that gives me sweet dreams to dream.

I know the spirit who every morning gives me a brush and pallet…
Who teases me with the light on the margins of each opening…
Telling me to pull back the fabric and walk forward…
Wow! The fabric is as soft as velvet!

I find all this in the lowest of places…
If you want to see the prophets, sup with the poor…
You will then know that the poor are beautiful and noble…
And that their love never knows its own depth.

Yes, there are angels present whenever there is a mountain to climb…
You may fall, but they will pick you up again…
Or if you are lost in a maze-like tunnel…
An angel will lead you home.

The words of life are quite legible…
There is always a running description of the present…
Get off the train of those blinded with doubt…
And come meet my friends.

I love you,

Annie