angel

I saw my angel the other night. In what I have come to know as a waking dream -- as real as this dream with my fingers on this keyboard. He stood quietly and looked at me. Not one of those large-winged robed depictions we see on Christmas cards and in New Age stores. He looked just like me -- short white hair, beard, blue eyes, pants, shirt -- except he was very handsome since his body and being had not been compressed and contorted by earth's societal and physical pressures.

I got out of bed and stepped toward him. I thought I would give him a belly bump in greeting like I do with some of my friends. My belly went right through his. No felt contact. I thought he should get more grounded, then I realized, I should lighten up. So I released my earth-gripping stance and this time our bellies met.