Guardian Angel
Bullets are whizzing by,
walls caving in,
calling forth hue and cry,
we are shut in.
Nothing I have to lend,
nothing to sell.
Don't be afraid, my friend,
all shall be well.
Vows of fidelity
never been kept,
sweet ideality,
gone and off swept,
treasons and lies ascend,
mentors misspell.
Don't be afraid, my friend,
all shall be well.
Firm as a rock but then
crumbled away,
now like blind cock and hen,
puzzled and stray,
no chance to comprehend,
rushing pell-mell.
Don't be afraid, my friend,
all shall be well.
Draw your conclusions
when troubles come near,
forms are illusions
and must disappear,
merrily do attend
life's carousel.
Don't be afraid, my friend,
all shall be well.
No poison arrow
can hurt anymore,
no dreadful narrow
and no hostile shore.
Spirit once broken
is now on the mend,
as succor's token
I'll stay as godsend.
During recovery
you'll win clear sight
by new discovery:
things are alright.
Love is creation,
beyond time and space,
all its causation
embedded in grace.
I lead you up the hill,
strengthen your arm,
help you weed out the ill,
extirpate harm.
See how entrenched you stand,
didn't I tell?
Take my protective hand,
all shall be well.
I´m not a native speaker, probably there are mistakes in grammar and vocabulary. So I cordially invite other members to send me suggestions for improvement as long as rhyme and rhythm are kept. Thank you very much!
Copyright © Anton Bradinger | Year Posted 2022
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