I was just uploading a piece of art called Angel City when this poem came to me.
And in the middle of writing it, the postman knocked on the door and delivered a parcel with opalite angels - wonderful timing :-)
Take a trip to angel city it isn't far but it is fair it's high, much higher than most would ever think to go
Yet wings unfolded, once you're on your way, the glow and singing guides you there.
The finer, higher light won't cause you sunburn if you have it in you to expect an entry here to hold firm against the storm of bright, leave the doubts behind, say and sing I have arrived, this is my home as much as it is yours.
The busy angels, doing angel things are not disturbed and you can watch and wonder, listen, learn and feel be bright eyed, be the child you are.