The wounds of life cut deep angels sing her to sleep tears touch her haunted soul wings of a dove soothe the hole she prays each night for soothing peace "Let the wound within my soul cease" her kind heart walks with the King she feels the breeze of angels' wings her faith cuts through the sorrows of night the blossom of black can no longer bite when the wounds of life begin to seep the beautiful angels sing her to sleep
What a wonderful poem! So tender and so full of love and hope. Pain can be healed by our Lord and Savior and God's angels that he sends down to us. The imagery in your poem and its sense of gentleness shines bright in this. It's very inspiring too and I love this. You're so talented!!!
The wounds of life cut deep
angels sing her to sleep
tears touch her haunted soul
wings of a dove soothe the hole
An awesome write from an excellent pen...Thank you for sharing...:)
This is beautiful, Eric. It touched my heart just to think I have two more angels who love to sing & I am sure they are in that heavenly choir! This will go into my library.
What a wonderful poem! So tender and so full of love and hope. Pain can be healed by our Lord and Savior and God's angels that he sends down to us. The imagery in your poem and its sense of gentleness shines bright in this. It's very inspiring too and I love this. You're so talented!!!
I've been writing since 1984.
I write poems, stories, lyrics & string haikus in a variety of genres: Horror, Nature, Inspirational, Comedy, Sexual, etc... Variety is what you will find here.
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