In the beginning...

I met an angel unaware.
In earthly form she met me there.

Disguised she was.
I knew her still.

Her eyes of sadness beauty spoke.
She wore her suffering like a cloak.
Yet underneath the gold shone through.

My angel did not know herself.
Through knowing me her knowledge grew.

Until at last she too could see.
Her beauty lost – anew set free.

12-17-92