Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Angel of David

The Angel of David does just exists in his mind.
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