Angel Talk

What would an angel say, visiting you in the middle of the night,

in the trenches of your devastation?

Would she put her arm around you, drying

your tears? Nah, she would probably say, “Get your boots on hon,

strap on your shield, and grab a hold of that sword

you know so well.”

“And stop staring at the javelins

in your chest.”

“Let’s get your fight on hon,

it’s time now,

for you and I to slay

some dragons.”


Poetry © Copyright 2017, ancient skies


Heart Flame


Perhaps My Love, the fire of faith is simply given

to fight against our cold blood, and the cruelty

of this world. As we offer ourselves

as sacrifices for sanity,

and love, burning

as a fire, our heart flame.


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