For every angel who carries
a summons - PUT ON YOUR ARMOR;
PREPARE FOR BATTLE - or softly calls
one by name, saying, - HAIL... FULL OF
GRACE - there must be a dozen angels at least
who descend the Ladder of Ascent,
glide across the twilight air.
Blending their presence with the scent
of lilacs and violets, they place
the needful gift on a flat rock,
or inside a flower circle, arranged
so that one knows the gift is heavenly,
and then they withdraw into the shadows
from which they keep watch over us
all through the night in their inexpressible love.
Daniel Brick
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-visitation-of-angels/
