And there is the angel...

I sit on my rock,
and warm myself in the sun.
I close my eyes,
and turn my face to the sky.
I lick my lips,
and feel the cool air dry them.

I go to another place,
and walk in a beautiful field.
I drink from a cold stream,
and fill my body with new life.
I inhale fresh, mountain air,
and fill my soul with dreams.

I let my pain go,
and there are no more tears.
I open my hands,
and grasp my faith once again.
I let a smile come,
and my heart beats strongly.

I am born again,
and learn to walk for myself.
I see the white horse,
and there is the angel upon him.
I will live this life,
and wait to touch the face of God.