In the Arms of Angels
The ones we love will fly away,
Nothing here is forever to stay.
The sweetest lives shine bright and short,
Or boats that sail at last to port.
What is life but pain and sorrow?
What moves today to tomorrow?
A thousand choices move through time,
Appear without reasoning or rhyme.
But once or twice a light shines through,
A chink in armor knocked askew.
Revealing to us what is true,
The reason for our sadness new.
Copyright © Olivia Estep | Year Posted 2019
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