angel

God gave him peace of heart, and shoulders strong,

To bear the weight of troubles not his own.

With every darkened deed and day too long,

He reaps the fruit of sadness friends have sown.

God gave him angel wings, with which to shield

The weak of heart, sweet wings to soar above

The endless hurts the world will surely yield,

And grace those sad of heart with patient love.

God gave him hands, so mortal, yet so mild

To hold the weak of heart close to his breast,

And calm their fears, their troubled storms so wild,

To let their pains and problems lay to rest.

God made an angel so those hurt can stand,

But, if an angel, who will hold his hand?

Reviews

[AndyJCash]

I love the beautiful pure imagery to the Angel, and while I find Angels and such interesting and wonderful to read about, I wasn't completely connected to the religious feel behind it. Saying this, I still managed to find a good point well made through this, that sometimes there are people in life who try to help others but most of all need help themselves and don't get it. Great poem, really enjoyed reading this one

[Chris Smith Welshpoetcs]

Touches the inner soul, great poem.

[Kelsie Eileen Stark]

Beautiful soulful piece.

[Brad]

sadness, yet poignant to the inner workings of ones soul