James Marshall Goff Poet Free verse

Avenue of Angels

Peering through crystals along the palm lined
Avenue of Angels, stretching endlessly
In a parallel universe serenaded by unheard
Choruses of lost newborns ripped from their
Mother's wombs through no fault of theirs,
Nor judgement of their mothers.
Resentment, anger or any form of avarice
Does not exist on this beautiful avenue.

Tho rain does fall on this particular evening,
Darkened skies glower; not yet willing to relinquish
The pitter-patter of little feet nor the innocent
Laughter of unborn children.

Our living exhibit (the slow dimension we inhabit)
Demonstrates immense capacity for
Estrangement from any compassion for these
Lost souls, even as Angels welcome them
With gifts of everlasting love upon entrance
To their glorious avenue; unaware of their
Own mortality that will someday 
Beg forgiveness at this same aperture
To the

Avenue
Of
Angels



Palm Sunday Morning
3:30 am
03/29/15

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Richard Evans November 1, 2017 at 12:29 PM A touching poem. Very topical and oh so aesthetic. James Marshall Goff November 1, 2017 at 12:51 PM Thanks Richard...one of my personal favorite social commentary poems

Edward Mccall July 4, 2017 at 10:14 AM Very powerful, heart rending yet beautifully written piece. Well done James well done James Marshall Goff July 4, 2017 at 10:52 AM Again, thank you, Edward...your visit allowed add'l review on my part and I established better flow & understanding with numerous edits this time...thank you!

Funom Makama February 1, 2016 at 8:05 AM Great poetic expressions enveloping mind blowing lines. You've maintained your standard of impressing sound minds and I am definitely one of those you've wowed. Great work friend

Sara Kendrick June 14, 2015 at 2:17 PM Enjoyed reading your work written about a very tender topic..It is so sad to think about the number of abortions done each day..Thanks for stopping by..Sara..

Dorian Petersen Potter April 24, 2015 at 12:25 AM Excellent pen James! I truly enjoyed your very nice piece dear friend.A7! Thank you for visiting my page.Wishing you a very lovely weekend!In his light!God bless you!:)D.

James Peranteau April 21, 2015 at 6:08 AM How sad is it that there are souls who rip from us what our Heavenly Father blesses us with....the bright little eyes and reaching arms with wanting and more love than even the most knowlegable of us ! Great write dear poet ! Heart provoking for sure ! Have a wonderful week Mr. Goff.......much love, james

Edith D Eutsler April 20, 2015 at 2:18 PM Angels have hearts... Ours seems to be lacking.. If we sowed some mercy, perhaps these little ones could reap some of it.. Very nice poem James!

Daver Austin April 18, 2015 at 12:43 PM Yes. I fear we live in a touchless world, if there is such a word. One must believe in the angels being of quite another dimension. Love, daver

Carolyn Devonshire April 15, 2015 at 12:54 PM Dear Jim, your wisdom always amazes me. "Resentment, anger or any form of avarice Does not exist on this beautiful avenue." Wow! I keep my feelings about abortion to myself so as not to incite the feelings you describe. Still, I cry for each unborn "Angel" who never had a chance to walk the avenues on our Earth. Brilliant, my friend. Did you ever watch "Heaven Is for Real"? Love, Carolyn

Poet Destroyer A April 13, 2015 at 12:33 AM such a lovely write, enjoyed -p.d.

Richard Lamoureux April 5, 2015 at 5:56 PM Very poignant and moving Jim.