Comes An Angel's Light
The moon shadows the trees
faltering my thoughts as
gray and blue
starbright falls in my window.
I am alone.
I am alone.
Hungry for talk but
fearful of touch.
The taking of souls;
bitterness of the past
threatens me like
a thief in the night.
I am afraid.
I am afraid.
Yet as the silence deepens
and darkens my view
there flies an angel and I am
swept away in magnificent light.
I am alright.
I am alright.
Copyright © Deb Wilson | Year Posted 2015
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