Illusions Of A Soul

Beloved Raphael

Eastern winds blow quick and clear,

Carrying sweet smells of a paradise outside of time.

Glorious warmth meets the skin in gentle caress,

While soft strains of music place the soul at ease.

Pale gold glows bright with colour, truer than the mind can hold.

Sweet is his presence, this gentle one,

Bright spark of intellect glowing in a whirlwind of light,

Gentle tough healing the ills of a tortured soul.

Raise up the smoke that marks his place,

Stirring breeze within closed chamber.

Open thy mind and ears to truths beyond what you know,

Let his gentle mercy lift your soul in ecstasy.

Do not fear the heavenly healer,

Fear not any of the Angelic horde.

Unless thou harbours evil in thy heart,

Then know terror of his righteous wrath.

Air-stirred robes at visions edge,

Gone when sought by mortal sight.

Sweet thoughts will bring his tender touch,

True heart ever a thing to cherish.

Sun bright this being as he reveals in his glory,

Beauty indescribable lights his smiling face.

Welcome the Healer, who teaches us to think and hear,

Give thanks for his presence, and his gifts.

He is Raphael, of the East, and of the Air.