Beneath a vast universe of stars, a new year is dawning.
Above fragile mother earth, angel wings hover.
As flowers lie silent in dark frozen fields,
Hope lifts lonely tree limbs into the murky sky.
‘Tis always darkest before the dawn, someone murmured.
An old year fades away into the morning light.
Atop frigid ground, small birds sing out.
Angel wings glimmer like diamonds in celestial beams.
Fly high, sweet angels, into the flame of a bright new year.
Let fresh dreams sparkle in a blaze of glory.
Orange and red streaks invite destiny.
The gleam of bright angels casts wonder above.
I watch my angels fling hues of green across the sky
As their magic embraces the lingering sparkle of stars.
Daylight has broken and the majesty of new hope appears,
Awakening all to the promise of miracles.
© Mary Montague Sikes
(These words and the painting came to me intuitively when I reflected on the new year 2021.)