The Light Brigade

This is a consoling
moment amid my
cares and trials the
endeavour of
just now - it tells me
I am right-
tracked that I
can write and show
a life that is not
empty or
divested of its
worth.  I am
grateful for this
charge of words
riding like a
light brigade of
angels across my
page - the light
fantastic wave of
thought coinciding
with the synchronised 
swimming of hand
and pen.  How I am
transfigured in this
seconding of gleam and
gusting - the presence of
angels singing
softly in my ear
makes my mundane
sunday morning that much
easier to bear.

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