In the ethereal world of promises
we drift on angel wings of expectation.
Held in the heavenly security of their embrace;
captivated by faces of perfect love; in whom we completely trust.
On earth we can know no such promise, for its comes only with our dreams.
On earth we are tousled and tainted by worldly heaviness and
overwhelming responsibility. Negativity gnawing at our soul;
perforating hope, negating love, yet up above we are watched
by guardian angels. They feel our pain, and grimace as the
agony of living unfolds. They yearn to hold our battered
spirit and infuse peace within it, but are thwarted as
the rabid madness of the world takes hold.
Angels watch over us and we can call
them to our aid. Let us dwell, forever,
in the ethereal world of promises.
Copyright © Helen J Radford | Year Posted 2009
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