The Angel of David does just exists in his mind.
She takes many forms but always easily kind
She takes many forms but always easily kind
She wraps him in tinder
silently waits for the spark
Her long hair flowing and
eyes so mysteriously dark
She looks so entitled, but it
does not relate to her past.
She scorns all the trends and
stick with style that lasts.
So remarkably holy yet she
never attempts to deploy.
Her soul touch your eyes and
you’re just left to comply
The Angel of David is not
given to fly
Nor is she is seen from on
high
Oh my this Angel whispers
light
Her hair disappearing in the
night
The Angel of David sings her
psalm
A heart’s lament bringing
calm
She comes to visit and talk
you down from dreaded sorrow
With words that simmer inside
and warm you thru tomorrow
An angel of mercy, grace and
passion, please hear her sing
Be with her now in silence,
and love long until the morning.
By Dave
Schipper © 2014 Rose Riversongs
2 comments:
Beautiful, Dave!
Love it!
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