Even Angels Weep
Even angels weep, I'm on the brink
of a torn raft holding lifelong gifts
to sail, sail on with every heave…
as the presence of light enfolds.
Until the shoreline takes me home
for as I rest , new morns will speak
of journeys wild and gentle dreams…
when all but pencils lie awake.
Even The Angels Wept Contest
Sponsor: John Lawless 5/5/2016
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2016
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