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An Angel in Disguise
Her silken hands glide, dancing on the harp.
The melodies drift; wafting on the breeze.
Angelic sounds arouse all who may hear.
And dreams of heaven, soon, her mind sees sharp.
Sweet-sorrows play her harp beneath shade trees.
Disguised as a mere child; her sister near.
She traveled here and yonder… everywhere.
Her heart knew not the way that it must go.
She prayed and read some scriptures; so, they say.
No longer wild and free without one care,
Her soul soars; lifted high from roads below.
Sweet precious sounds of heaven light her way.
Yes, soothing sounds of angels healed her heart.
And pangs of ill wrought days have drifted on.
The music from her harp fills heaven skies.
And with each day, she thanks God for His part.
And thanks Him that the days of pain are gone.
Her harp sings songs; an angel in disguise.
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest : An Angel in Disguise
Sponsored by Isaiah Zerbst
Inspired by Daniel F. Gerhartz painting 2013 the Reformed Harpist.