The Angel's Message byGeorge Hillyard Swinstead

 

 


 

 

A Fated Moment

 


(dedicated to a predestined moment shared with Klarka Pohlová)

 

 

 

We gazed at the skies

feeling alive and free.

 

Feet loose on the sand

smelling the warm salty sea.

 

A smile that wouldn't stop

a rush that wouldn't fade.

 

Our heads swimming with sensation

from the moment we had made.

 

We were lost sisters, now found

understanding each other without a sound.

 

Enjoying God’s creations

without a complaint.

 

For that day we had bonded

it was our destiny, our fate.

 

We gazed at the skies

feeling alive and free.

 

Then the heavens opened-

allowing us to see.

 

Our guardian angel-

looking at her, then, looking at me.

 

 

 

© 2004 Sarka Houfkova