Unpredictable mistery of wings
disrupt sorrowful darkness.
Slowly a butterfly trembles
while moonlight begins a dance.
Today, the Heyday of angels in advance,
give us an admonitory command.
Humanhoodīs selfishness must end at once.
Unbeleivable sense of a third dimension
grows inside the thoughts of freedom.
A voice, lovely and caressing sound,
demands attention while a golden feather
floates and reaches depths.
Finally an awareness of the Lord
fills the empty edifice of soul.
Internal wisdom is increasing.
Compassion is the way
the subway,the trainway...the wheels,
the wheels of compassion.
Now, everybody listens again to their old internal
Angelīs voice.
copyright MCAZCONA 2002......................................................................................................................................My poem ANGELīS VOICE is going to appear atthe "GOLDEN WINGS " a book from radha Agrawal(www.cyberwit.net) INDIA
May Lu $*_*$ a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
Sandie Angel :o)
Love and Light;
dreamweaver