One Angel
“The same as it was
before I arrived …
Some better, some worse
some forever contrived”
“With good and with evil
my battle is done
A trumpet plays distant
His will zero sum”
A ticket to punch
with time ever slight
The Reaper approaching
and blocking the light
An Angel in transit
late for His train
My fate his arrival
or lost to refrain
The scythe drawing closer
its blade like an asp
raising in silence
perdition unmasked
But tracks start to rumble
a headlight I see
Saint Peter as promised
—one Angel for me
(1st Book Of Prayers: September, 2023)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2023
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