The Flaming Sword
By the tree was placed a sword.
Flaming red and large to galore,
A destination for one to deplore!
An angel sat day and night to hoard.
Capturing sparks of blue and red,
The angel began to glow.
A sword a day it was fed.
And it grew to always know.
Blessings by count,
And large in amount!
The flaming sword did come to yield,
A sparkling bright yellow safety shield!
It grew vast in size.
Bigger than my eyes!
It stood as tall as the tree,
And that sword began to grow right inside of me!
® Registered Ann Rich 2005
Copyright © Ann Rich | Year Posted 2009
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