Wisps of Gold

Wisps of Gold

Today I met an angel
Born of the black sheep
Her halo framed her face,
In ringlets of gold

I would not recognize her on the path
For she was never ours to keep
Passing by with eyes cast down
Her story might have gone untold

Thin arms hugged her tiny frame
Scant protection from the whipping wind
As wisps of gold were drawn astray
A blue wool sweater held her close

I somehow felt we were the same
Connected by some unknown twine
Pulling toward a golden ray
Was I to know what might have been?

Her gray eyes glanced at me askance
And there I saw all that was mine
Recognized her reigned in vigor
Taken by the hate of men

As pained as if run by a lance
Her gray eyes slowly dimmed and faded
Recognition drained away, replaced by rigor
Her harrowed face became unknown

Passing as two strangers we were
Spiritual connection soon abated
Indifferent world, careless cares
The whipping wind a silent moan