Saved By a Angel
On the edge I stand teetering for an adrenaline ride
with no wings to glide. Will an angel save me as I
fall from grace or is it my own demise? Am I just an
emotional disgrace with no right to be saved. I do
not often pray yet have hope is that close to faith?
Does my soul if I have one deserve an angelic hand.
I awake by a tranquil river on smooth cobbles I lay.
which seems to have broke my fall and clutching a
single white feather. At that waking moment my mind
is settled and open to all possibilities.
Copyright © Andy Craig | Year Posted 2013
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