The Brush of Angel Wings

The end was like the beginning –
the oxygen machine breathing,
making the sound of the womb,
a soothing rhythm in the room
as she slept on the bed next to me.
All is quiet, but for the pumping
of O through her mask. In my dreams
I feel the light brush of angel wings
and fear is replaced by freedom
and limitless joy that comes,
through an opened heavenly portal.
I open my eyes to see the battle
over and done. She has won.
I rise and stand on holy ground.
– Karen Molenaar Terrell

“Angels are not etherealized human beings, evolving animal qualities in their wings; but they are celestial visitants, flying on spiritual, not material, pinions. Angels are pure thoughts from God, winged with Truth and Love… ”
– Mary Baker Eddy

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4 thoughts on “The Brush of Angel Wings

  1. This is very powerful. “The end was like the begining ” made me feel like I was reading a newly discovered poem by Emily Dickinson, my favorite poet in the known universe. This conveyed to me the exact moment of your mothers passing. Karen , this a wonderful tribute to your mother , but also great art. I hope you are doing well. Rick

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