Our Better Angels
This or That, Vol 35 Poetry Contest//Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
( 2nd Place )
Written: August 03, 2025
Though it is not in our power to make
sorrow no sorrow,
yet it is in our power to take it...
He may have been tough on the outside,
judged by what he looked like,
But deep down he was gold-hearted
and went beyond lending a helping hand.
Their stirring moments still and small,
speak loudest when pride
would rather see us fall.
They name the silence where grief resides,
but when love steps forward,
it has nothing to hide.
Love is a central theme, prayer
has no timeframe-
An endless act in the darkness of silence!
And the reliance that a spirit of goodwill
picturesque arises,
Let the angel rise above shadowed humanity.
The paradise from within,
'Though strained by you and cannot be seen,
In despair, a wanderer offered a prayer
In the hush of twilight in the
stillness of darkness.
In the veil between each pulse's cries,
Where shadows fall and sorrow lies,
A whisper rises, soft and low—
A voice that bids the soul to grow.
So when the world gets strange and intense,
I'll seek those "angels", not from above,
But in each act of human love!
The untold story in life unfolds.
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