Solitary Grandeur
Ghosts running,
the Angel stunning,
as it rested in the welcoming arms
of the night,
stars bright,
offers a motion of light,
then it shoots across the sky,
exquisite beauty in God’s eye,
a magnificent creature sailing toward heaven
in solitary grandeur,
awaiting God’s breath,
and this happens after every death.
Copyright © Frank F. Atanacio | Year Posted 2009
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