She doesn¡¯t wear make up¡!
And she doesn¡¯t have pretty nails¡
She walks the streets alone¡
At times hoping for jail¡!
She pass by me,one day¡
¡°Smiled she did¡±
Carrien her blanket¡
Then she just turned and walked away¡
I desided to follow her
Thinking to myself¡!
What if she¡¯s an angel¡?
She stoped a man on the street
Asking; Sir¡
Could you please spare a match¡?
She then drifted over to a bush
And started it aflame¡
She turned to me and ¡°smiled¡±
She even said my name¡!
I said to myself
What if she¡¯s an angel¡?
Then she just turned and walked away¡
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Reviewed by Tien Avielle (Reader)
Reviewed on December 4, 2002
this syncs with something I wrote (but haven't posted) when I was questioning the "god" issue as a child... no burning bush
in mine though, just an old man without a nose. (-;
Reviewed by Cathy McGough (Reader)
Reviewed on November 29, 2002
You never know! An excellent write! :)
Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)
Reviewed on November 26, 2002
I read this one before I layed down last night and needed to think about it. I woke up with a lot of spiritual thoughts roaming through my mind. Thank you!
Now for the poem. She, the angel is a guide for you to learn from. The match is a tool given to her for you to understand its use when approaching the "bush." Angels rarely come in glorified forms in my opinion.
Reviewed by Dens Dreamweaver (Reader)
Reviewed on November 24, 2002
Interesting write.... Good to see a post by you my friend.
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in mine though, just an old man without a nose. (-;
Now for the poem. She, the angel is a guide for you to learn from. The match is a tool given to her for you to understand its use when approaching the "bush." Angels rarely come in glorified forms in my opinion.