See the Weeping Angels
See the weeping stone angels?
Long have they labored in their mossy wetness.
Sometimes I think they are God – why not?
I consider the sorrowing marble a God,
the granite masonry a missionary of God – why not?
And those long falling tears
could they be turning
slowly to tears of laughter?
Why not?
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2020
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