Daniel 2: 21
Upon the leaf of hawthorn green appears a drop of dew, with spiders webs reflecting frost upon the bush´s hue.
And comes an Angel staff in hand, reflected in the drop, where Lord and Lady Crawford lie, with sticks and lollipops.
As the sun does take a turn, the whited ground turns green, the Angel walks towards the gate and light shines in between.
And as the dew dries for the day, a sign that autumn comes, as well as days where dew will stay till sunset has begun.
And as the Angel´s shadow moves along the back kirk wall, acid rain from steel work days the people do recall.
Her sandals bare, they leave a trace of markings in the clay, where snowdrops rise beneath her feet on snowy winter days.
And to the gate she slowly walks, her staff upon the ground, with every turn a splash of white can surely here be found.
By the sign of service times, a smaller crack appears, a line upon an ageing brow brings a grandson´s fears.
And as she leaves, our minds are changed but not filled up with fear, her coming speaks of life more meek with passing of the years.