Jan 072010
 

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

Flower

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Jan 062010
 

Flower

Written passing something personal

The river of Gold turns to River of Scarlet
I lay in pain on the grass
Though stones of this struggle be round or sharp
They will pass I know
But as I lay in pain on the grass
I spy a flower
A simple flower white like a daisy
With a simple yellow centre
And near it a ladybug
I see a butterfly flutter overhead
I lay in pain on the grass
The pain is still there.
But I know it will pass
But the beauty
Now a flower
Now a beetle
Now a butterfly
Will always remain
I will forget the pain

DWPenner 10 July 2008.