Dances With Raised Arms

By Brenda Mox

The angel at the doorway moves 
in the wonder of worlds beyond time. 
Representative of some mystic glowing world 
of unreality, her voice rings vibrations 
into the soul like a trumpet, 
echoing in dark places of being.
She shines moonlight on the darkness hovering 
on the edge of one’s consciousness.

From the radiance of her eternal being, 
a luminous shadow illuminates her soul. 
She dances with raised arms before the unknown. 
Passing to and fro through the unseen veil,  
the Angel of the Threshold, in the tide of passion, 
leaps into infinity contained in the Oneness 
beyond all chance or knowledge.

Brenda Mox  is a poet, visual artist and great grandmother from Virginia.  Her work has been published in online and print journals such as Wingless Dreamer,  Bewildering Stories,  Blaze Vox,  Academy of Heart and Mind,  Poetry for Mental Health and in Eber and Wein Anthology  and Eastern sea bard Anthology.