Angel Talk II

And the angel said to her:

“Sister, you don’t need another strong-man with a club, designing

your mirror for you, telling you

what you need, you know better….

here hon

here’s – a handkerchief

to dry your eyes.”

“Do you remember that dream,

where I spoke to you?”

“You were 12 then – remember?

the dream of being queen?”

(they both smiled remembering,

as she wiped her eyes)

“Now hon, go and get that embrace

I told you about then….

the one that lasts

an eternity.”

“You will know hon, when it happens…..”

And when she awoke, the angel was gone, but she slipped out of bed, and quietly dressed. She carefully went out the door, leaving the strong-man with his club, by himself, sleeping.

And she never looked back again,

not ever.

     

Poetry © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

Sails

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Even in our brokenness, will still

hold onto memories of hope,

as if

they were ships,

sails filled with wind,

bringing us back,

we move forward

as the light sparkles,

on our sea.

   

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