Colin F. Jones

THE LIGHT IS ALWAYS PERFECT

The light is always perfect where Angels are made,
And their halos last forever and never will they fade.
Some are taken from the forest still not yet a full grown tree,
A sapling from a golden glade ever young to be.
When I saw you laughing at the complex mortal world,
You were a beautiful flower with petals still unfurled,
Oh, I knew you would be selected to serve an Angels role,
For I could tell by your smile that you had the right kind of soul.
So now you are in heaven where you can still look down on me,
My cherished little sapling still not yet a full grown tree.
And you’ll live here inside me from whence your body came,
And until we meet again in deep sadness I’ll remain,
For we who are still mortal; we who must suffer so,
Must await our own calling that through the veil we may go.