Angel
I never sent this poem to a congressional member because it was written after my letter writing campaign ended.
I saw this beautiful sky angel one evening. From the cloud came this poem. My newspaper editor liked it. Now every time I talk to him, he wants a poem. Here it is.
Angel by Donna Rae Lands-March 9th, 2021
The angel cried unto her wings…
The tree of life said…our stories are fed and always read…
“Don’t be afraid…I shall lift you up to greater things. ”
She smiled and knew..
No worries would take her hope of anew…
The angel cried unto her wings…
His Spirit cloaked in golden feathers weave the stones together…
They know their call for goodness all…
Don’t be afraid…I shall lift you up to greater things…
The clouds of gray under starlit skies…
Never hide their Spirit eyes…
The angel cried unto her wings…
The harps of chorus always sing…
Of all wisdom and heavenly things…
Don’t be afraid…I shall lift you up to greater things…
The faith of love makes her smile…
Time of essence lasts forever before the red moon mile…
The angel cried unto her wings…
The tree of life said…our stories are fed and always read…
“Don’t be afraid…I shall lift you up to greater things. “
Just a Lady in the wilderness writing about this, that and what not.
“Substitute ‘damn’ every time you’re inclined to write ‘very;’ your editor will delete it and the writing will be just as it should be.”
–Mark Twain
