White Angels, Glowing Lamps
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White Angels, Glowing Lamps
When the wind blows,
down from the great north,
it brings a mighty frost.
Do not be afraid.
Just because something,
makes you tremble,
does not give it the right…
to win.
Stand tall, all who guard the gate.
Do not look away.
The past is coming to call.
It is trying to get back what it has lost.
It is trying to take back what you will not give.
Do not let it, do not let it live again.
You, I, me, we…
climbed out,
climbed off ,
this far from the top step…
of deaths door.
An angel in the night,
saved…
Sirens
and people,
names and faces,
now forgotten.
bags of cut up clothes…
thrown away.
Yet the one… the one that prayed.
White hospitals,
full of needles,
Clean, fresh sheets.
A dirty and sad heart,
given a second chance,
by a stranger,
a man on the street.
Someone.
that took a moment,
to make sure,
You, I, me, we
were still alive.
Copyright © Ann Foster | Year Posted 2019
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