Isis Tablet

Of all the angels that came on that day,

only one was invited to stay.

Wings full and fluttering,

making sweet humming bird sounds,

and pale dainty feet sprung her forth from the ground.

"why me?" she said in the thinnest of voices,

and all around her responded in the thickest of rejoices.

Her face turned to look downward as if lit by the moon,

and all beings looked up in admiration and applauded her syllable tune.

Hair like sunset,

a velvet cloak unraveling to hit the ground,

covering and coating anything and everything it found.

The gasps from below her were startling,

her fingers in fear splayed out behind her head,

she was feeling a little weakened,

like the ill fed.

Her palms adorned with jewels that filled the night skies,

sparkled and gleamed with the tears that ran from her cries.

"Fear not our Angel" they said seeing her mostly confused,

" we will tell you why of all like you, we would feel the need to choose."

"We are plentiful on natures wonders and finery,

but not all have noticed her yet.  You have shown us her path, lest we should forget."

And  face to face she was warmed within natures glow,

and understood her place here, to lift up the blanket of snow.