“A Visit from the Angel” by Nick Pipitone.

The angel visits me.

Shocking sound, vast colors, she’s suffused in light. A messenger, her words deeply stirring. Her face purest yellow, shining,

smiling, brings ease, a luminosity.

She says everything
Will be all right,
All’s well, all shall be well,
All manner of things
Shall forever be well,
Like Julian said
Centuries ago

Vision of the angel stimulates my soul. Celestial caretaker comes to my bedside, rubs away my tears, takes away my fears

Light radiates the room
Eradicates doom
Flowers in bloom
Twilights of summer
Solitary streets
The angel visits me

All will be well.

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