Choosing instead the spark she rekindled

he carried the healing wherever he went,

refusing the minuscule, hapless help

of tin soldiers marching

along white picket fences,

he was bolder now.

He decided they needed the help of the heavenly warriors, more pure

than false promises

and false visions of paradise.

So he simply embraced her

whenever she was down

whenever she was afraid.

And he prayed for the sound of wings

to cover them…..

once again.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies

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