Have you seen the silver angel,
Flying softly over me?
It reminds me of a blessing,
Blissful blessing one could be.
When not altering in danger,
When not spreading gossip lies.
When reflecting One in manger
Having all-forgiving eyes.
Silver angel, silver thronging
In the world of passing things...
Cover my internal longing
With some silver of your wings.
This poem was a finalist in the February 2020 poetry contest