PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I sat among the rubble

Of a life that seemed unfair

I felt my spirit fleeing

To a pit of great despair



Then an angel softly called

With a voice so fair and sweet

He asked me of my sadness

And the cause of my defeat



It was difficult to answer

But the voice was very kind

And patiently he waited

'Til my problems I outlined



An understanding wisdom

He sought gently to impart

With sweet words of sympathy

He began to reach my heart



The luster of purest gold

Had been borrowed for his hair

Scintillation of the stars

Is also revealed there



Residing in laughing eyes

Is the sparkle from a brook

My thumping heart was melting

As he offered me a look



I do not know the future

But this prayer I've now begun:

Would this angel be with me

Until my life on earth is done?