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

We Find Ourselves Connected

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Our tragedies don’t always make us better warriors,

don’t always make us stronger

having our wings singed,

and faith pulled forcibly from our hearts.

But we do become more human

as we see our brothers

our sisters, struggling

somehow

we know the scars

as we find ourselves connected

in the fight.

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies