An Angel
Day to day she hears my cries,
Compassion fills her helpless sighs.
Though the pain she did not bring,
To her quite like a broken wing.
The pain comes from choices made,
As pain increases, memories fade.
“What’d I do?” “It’s not my fault”,
Opinions differ, same result.
To my cries, she can not go,
The man upstairs has said NO.
“Not quite yet, he’s soon to start,
I’m just waiting for a change of heart.”
Through the pain my angels wait,
Learn my lesson, or repeat my fate?
Anxious crowds await to see,
“We will he learn to be free?”
At that moment, there’s a spark,
Not a fire – but it’s a start.
Now another - compassion flows,
From Black to Red – Love it Grows.
The Father’s smile lights the room,
Chase away the pain and gloom.
“Go and get him. Help him heal.
His change of heart is for real.”
-TG
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