THE SINGING ANGEL

I am loved for the energy that I exude.

Transparent

and designing light recreating itself

your eyes

have received the glow

and God

mysteriously has found His way in you.

I am

loved for my perplexities

and the simple and routinely genuine self

exploring me in themselves.

God is

filtered by all of His Creations

and to gaze upon

the full Light

of God would be impossible.

I am a puppet

whose strings are dictated

for the assemblages of God

are the arms

and legs of our existence.

You are amused by the puppetry

and understand

that this is an exploration

to gaze

upon the energy of God.

God

paint me until I am in joy.

God

rearrange me until I cry no more.

I am loved for my honesty.

I am hated for my dishonesty.

No one knows me

better than I know myself

except

for one exception:

the singing angel that beds me down

and closes

the night sky like a shade she pulls

satisfying

my most deepest cravings

beyond

the threshold of a lovers embrace.

I am loved for my devotion

and my songs

become a prayer to God.

Ask Uli

she knows me

better than I know myself.

I will not walk a step

without searching

the moments of my destiny

in her glorious eyes.