As a beacon
You lit the sky
A falling star
From Heaven high
Painted lips
Eyes of beauty
An angel falling
Who failed in duty.
Criss cross path
Amongst the stars
Now to Earth
With bitter scars
Each ribbon of flame
Free of master
Battered frame
To seek shelter.
Lost within
The cruel hours
The doubting moments
Fear that showers
Immortality gone
You age as we
Power drained
Soon to see.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments7
An angel appeared to you and granted you a miracle - a bus turned up! lol.
YES BUT NOT NO 7 LOL !!!!!!
lol.
Abuse may occur even in heaven. A wonderful write that transforms the spiritual into the mortal
most kind, thanking you always appreciated
Most welcome
Quite epic in scope and delivery. Most enjoyed dear friend 🕊️🙏
thanks, always appreciate the read
Most welcome🕊️🙏🏻
This is a cool Christian doctrine poem. I love reading about angels and fall of Hell.
thanks for reading always appreciated
Most poetic. Well done.
much appreciated read, many thanks
Norman...what a haunting piece this is. The celestial imagery feels grand, but the emotional core stays painfully grounded...falling, aging, doubting, searching for shelter after the fire fades. And that final realization creeping in at the end...you can feel it approaching before the poem even says it outright. Excellent write, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
too kind, thanking you always very much appreciated
Wonderful words Norman bringing reality to us all.
Andy
so glad you liked it, thanks for read always appreciated
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