Angels

Be as informal as a child

childish and child-like

sprinkling joy in everyone’s life,

 

waving 

smiling at alien

and familiar faces.

 

 

Wild flowers

out of the womb

of gutters,

 

 

spreading fragrance

painting beauty

to sordid streets

 

A gentle breeze

becomes bliss

a blessing,

 

in a cargo of caravan

across areas

of arid Sahara.

 

Drops of dew

become the Caspian

for sagging sages,

 

a string of sunlight

on a frosty noon

breaking coldness, brushing life.

 

As lovely as a child

a human wonder

pregnant with innocence,

 

these are Angels

Angels of our lives

Angles who make our lives Divine.

 

 

Reviews

[Jazmyne]

this was written with sweetness. i really do like how you put the words together.

"these are Angels
Angels of our lives
Angles who make our lives Divine."

isnt that the truth!! very nice work! i cant wait to read more of your writtings!

[Lia]

Beautiful piece. Great writing. Thanks xx