An Angel's Torrent
Halcyon harp, dry the cloud's tears on Earth.
Don't let its torrent break your strumming strings.
Let your hymn preserve my frail ailerons.
Notice how much a prayer's whimper brings.
Hallelujah is mute from the downpour.
My instrument has become a firearm.
Shall I sing his sanctity through this storm?
Still, my Lord, for you - I'll salvage this psalm.
~
Date: 6/23/18
Contest: Angels In The Rain
Sponsor: Vermillion Scythe
Copyright © Alyssa Lorette | Year Posted 2018
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