THE TRIBAL HYMN

what angel
touched
my face
i felt
it stop
not pass
me by
it’s pure and
loving grace

angel,
have my place
upon
the clouds
you assured
me
carry on
till dusk
meet dawn
and time
is free to play
without an act
and less
the part
i understood
was mine

you,
the angel,
touch with grace
the angel
that is
me.