I rarely - if ever - write about angels, mainly due to lack of faith. Except when the right words come to me, like this one time.
It began with the faint echo of a well-known phrase...
I've come home from a dream
hung my wings up on my wall
Am I still good?
Now you've brought me an offering
of yourself to my table
I'm not angel enough to resist it
Am I still deserving?
This evening I'm too tired
to draw conclusions
Instead I'll rest my guilty head
Will you be my judge?
Would you be my angel now?
Poetry by Elizabeth
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Written on 2005-06-29 at 00:10
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It began with the faint echo of a well-known phrase...
Angel No More
I have walked through the valleyI've come home from a dream
hung my wings up on my wall
Am I still good?
Now you've brought me an offering
of yourself to my table
I'm not angel enough to resist it
Am I still deserving?
This evening I'm too tired
to draw conclusions
Instead I'll rest my guilty head
Will you be my judge?
Would you be my angel now?
Poetry by Elizabeth
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Written on 2005-06-29 at 00:10
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