Arturo the Angel

ARTURO THE ANGEL As it happens, it did not stop there . . . It took “Arturo the Angel” a while, to ponder on his pen As time spent for each blessed word on him to descend Sent from a higher plateau to Arturo it would transcend Wrote to parchment, so we could read and comprehend Each spiritual word carefully chosen to rest upon hearts With each chosen word exuding with it message it parts There can be love here as hate is surely a negative thing As pleasures of nature are explained to sensations bring To each flower that opens, as to each bringer of new life And so to “Arturo the Angel” with it, his pen doeth write Leaving one enlightened to wonder on it, a God-given art Expressed from nothing more than, Arturo’s loving heart Communicated amongst us as Arturo continues to relate No room for negativity whilst words do sit upon his plate God chose his Angel well, forever, for that we can be sure His pen steeped in love until it cannot write to us no more Indiana Shaw . . .