Like Angels Wings
Suddenly awake,
Snatched back,
From a space of wild dreams,
Open fields,
Open skies
A place he was free to run.
He reached out his arms,
And held the darkness,
The sound of drips
Turned into splash.
Water formed into Pools
Of sacred water at his feet,
He reached down,
and slowly washed his unshaven face
and bathed his blistered feet.
At peace now,
The darkness began to fade,
And with his arms outstretched like angels wings,
And his head lifted high;
He flew up into the moonlit clouds above,
At one now,
With the pure white light
Of a full summers
moon,
John Robert
Copyright © Johny Roberts | Year Posted 2022
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