Sometimes angels lose their wings, and they fail to fly,
They wander for days ever softly tears they cry.
It was not meant, there was no purpose no reason for it to be,
So quickly time crept, so easily fled the soul.
Weakened spirit oh yes losing all control.
Unnoticed at first so subtle her knowledge failed to gain,
Oh but soon in her misery her tears a deluge of rain.
Her spirit she could no longer hear, nor eyes no longer see,
A restless heart wandering aimlessly throughout eternity.
“Come forth my empty heart, lay my soul bare,
Gather the darkness rise from the evil one’s lair.
My heart hurts. It is lost, afraid, and I no longer receive peace,
I need the light I need to fly, I need sweet release.”
Forgive me Father. Darkness only brings an ill winds blow,
Flames of disaster, depression that lays you low.
Scorching heat, smoke from a hazy desolate land
She prayed for God to reach out and take her hand.
A flutter touched her soul, and her eyes shone bright,
She felt the urge to shout for joy, everything would be all right.
She felt such peace, love, and laughter touched her heart,
She did not have her wings back yet, but it was a start.
© Cynthia Clark