Ode To My Plastic Angel

With a feathery smile on her chiseled face she looks as angelic as the real ones in the sky adorning my window ledge she fills up every space, like any proper angel would normally do; I hear her whisper at the edge of night secrets that were meant for me alone She quietly supports my every prayer this little angel of God, who never goes abroad ; She is a stationary idol of the highest order she comforts me each night with her presence and grace and although she cannot see my face, she knows every hidden feeling I encase, every hope, every desire, every fear that I misplace. I, a weather beaten traveler of life's weary journey gives ode to this lovely altar Angel, she is a reminder that Angels do exist, she may be made of plastic but to me, she is a living, breathing, object of great valor when I pray. Feb 27, 2023 Sponsor Jeff Kyser Contest Name Write an Ode |