Crimson Dawn Poem by David Lewis Paget

There's an angel down in my garden plot
But she's overgrown with weeds,
She looms up out of the sassafras
Set back in among the trees.
I don't know how long she's stood out there
But her wings are green with moss,
And her tired face is a study in grace,
Reflecting a sense of loss.

‘Your flesh was an alabaster white
But it's almost faded to grey,
You're weather-worn, and you look forlorn
As if you've been cast away.
The days when you were a centrepiece
Of a garden, laid and fine,
Have now passed on, with the garden gone
But I've found you now, you're mine.'

‘I promise I'll clear the weeds away,
I'll scrub the moss from your wings,
I'll light that tender smile on your face
With the glow a spotlight brings,
I'll bring you back to the glory you
Reflect from heaven's spell,
And people will come adoring you
When I put in a wishing well.'

‘A wishing well for your hopes and dreams
And the hopes and dreams of them,
They'll touch your gown and they'll toss a coin
When they leave, they'll wish you well.
I'll sleep with you looking over me
And dream of the King of Kings,
And see his crown as he's looking down
We'll see what the future brings! '

I worked to see my promises kept
‘Til the angel gleamed and shone,
But one day there in the garden wept
For the angel there had gone.
She'd fluttered off from her plinth one night
With her feathered wings reborn,
And through my tears, and despite my fears
I rejoiced at the Crimson Dawn!

24 December 2014