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By a. junkins — Dec 17, 2013 8:20pm

Rise Up Slowly, Angel,
I cannot let you go.
Just drift softly 'midst the faces,
In sorrow, now bent low.

Ease the searing anger,
Born in harsh, unyielding truth.
That death could steal my loved one,
From the glowing blush of youth.

Rise Up Slowly, Angel,
Do not leave me here alone.
Where the warmth of mortal essence,
Lies replaced by cold, hard stone.

Speak to me in breezes,
Whispered through the drying leaves.
And caress my brow with raindrops,
Filtered by the sheltering trees.

Rise Up Slowly, Angel,
For I cannot hear the song,
Which calls you through the shadows,
Into the light beyond.

Wrap me in a downy cape,
Of sunshine, warm with love.
And kiss a tear-stained mothers face,
With moonlight from above.

Then, wait for me at sunset,
Beside the lily pond.
And guide me safely homeward,
To your world which lies beyond.

Just spread your arms to take me,
In reunions sweet embrace
And we shall soar together, 
To a different time and place. 

Written by: Diane Robertson 
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