SOLDIERS OF HEAVEN

                     Picture by Mitch Zorich

On the wings of hope and prayer they fly in total bliss
These soldiers of heaven who in plain sight we miss
They mark the actions of all who walk this earthly plain
Good marks and to the gates of heaven one might obtain
So to are marked the cruel, crooks and killers in kind
But in a much harder and hotter place their end will find
To hide in plain sight with wings every color under the sun
They sacrifice all but honor, valor and duty, just to be one
From the sky they descend in a line of astral splendor
As we remain unaware the judgement on us they might render
Beauty unsurpassed they seem to have us under their spell
These soldiers who mark whether we will go to heaven or hell
Fly free heavens sentries, butterflies in armor of color and light
And pray they mark well the many things in life we've done right
                                            Bear

Author's Note

I leave most punctuation to the reader that they can read the poem in their own meter, mood and motility. I thank you for taking the time to read my work.

Reviews

[Taylor]

I appreciate the flow of the piece and the concept of "these soldiers of Heaven in plain sight we miss." That phenomenon (of missing important things in plain sight) is intriguing to me; so many times I marvel that I missed things that were in plain sight. Living in an "aware" manner, being present to the world around us is the essence of being total alive. It is easy to go through life oblivious, but to move with intentionality is the calling of us all, I think. My guess is that should we live in such a manner, we probably would live much better lives -- at least we would LIVE. Well done poem; thank you for sharing it with us.

[Bear]

Thank you for such a great, you are to kind. I will gladly return the read and review favor soon :~)

[Gee]

My pleasure

[Indra Neil]

Another wonderfully crafted rhyme from your quill! enjoyed reading this! :)

[Bear]

Thank you, I am glad you liked it.

[Indra Neil]

u r welcome! :)

[Jyoti_Ablaze]

This reminds me of a childhood story that my mother use to tell me, till I fell asleep.
It was about a butterfly that will whisper songs to the children.
This piece, brought the days back, when a butterfly would be perceived as angel.
Enjoyed it!

[Bear]

Thank you, I am glad you liked it, I always hope to entertain :~)

[Jyoti_Ablaze]

My pleasure!