Angel of Valentine Days and Nights

(“Day Surrendering Unto Night” angel artwork by Sheila Wolk)

“Love is what we were born with. Fear is what we learned here.” -Marianne Williamson, A Return to Love

Now come the whispers
bearing bouquets of moonbeams
and sunlight tremblings.

Un-winged and naked,
sorrow surrenders its crown
to a throne called grace.

Two minds buried deep
in torment, lift up their heads
toward hills of faith.

In an age of bombs
guzzling blood, skylarks merge peace
with thought and action.

Songbirds of the grave
arise to the pulse and glow
of a new lyric.

Two frostbitten hearts
melt the ice binding their touch-
trust in life again.

Spiritual lights
and sensual flame brew sweet
mysterious heat.

One wing of midnight
and another of shy dawn
soar through twilight daze.

Two rivers splash joy
in burning communion with
their private delight.

The power to fly
crackles wild inside twin needs
to welcome love home.

by Aberjhani
from The Bridge of Silver Wings

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