A glistening blue piece of glass
Not much bigger than a fifty pence piece
Is my only tangible object
To which my wishes I can release
An Angel with wings is mounted
Upon the bevelled edge
Take it in the palm of your hand
Your thoughts you can then pledge
Clutching my stone and with hope in my heart
Words poured through my mind quite lucid
I will step back and wait
Looking out for a sign
For I am sure my Angel
Will soon introduce it