Etched Within Their Wings
Message laced dreams, I hope you have some.
Angels whispering to me
Shattering the darkness that enslaves me in leg irons cold.
They enlarge my heart’s capacity
To grasp hold of the river’s love that continuously flows –
Like a gushing torrent from the throne of glory glow.
Angels waiting to bathe the tips of their wings
To protect the messages etched within so they can fly
And lace our dreams in destiny.
Mags Alden, May 3, 2009