On Heavens Bough
Her wings, like leaves, have fallen limp.
His arms are armed to carry her.
Christ’s sacrifice - vice did not scrimp.
Her wings like leaves have fallen limp.
Angel was brave - she was no wimp.
On heaven’s bough, dry bones will stir.
Her wings like leaves have fallen limp.
His arms are armed to carry her.
10/4/2022
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2022
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