Encounter with a Selenite Angel at Midsummer

Angel of stone and crystal, so shimmering and bright

Why do you call me on Midsummer’s Night?

What secrets do you know, or wish to tell,

When off in the distance I hear cathedral bells.

The soul knows more but will not say.

Why do you taunt me on this sunny day?

A vision of light, translucent in form

But made of something substantial like bone.

From your depths you spy at the world around you

So iridescent in your capsule of many hues.

What message do you wish to impart

Of some lost, dying, unforgiving art?

Or is it something yet to come my way,

On a dark or another sun-drenched day

Within the shadow of St. Joseph’s miracle work.

Please tell me what you know of heaven and earth,

Messenger of the Divine, I listen to your call,

While the sun stands, a floating sky ball.

And yet you remain so silent, so still,

Angel of stone and light, and dreams unfulfilled.