The Anger of an Angel

When you die, your sins are washed away and you have wings. In my mind, that makes you an angel. This is a poem about how it would feel to have every burden lifted.

If I could fly over the sun

I wouldn't burn

My wings would fly

Through the clear air of the blue sky

If I could fly over the sun

It wouldn't hurt

I'd have you, all the way

I would have you to guide me, night or day

My tears would fall

Bringing me back to surrender all

The Anger of an Angel would be completely gone

As well as everything I have ever done wrong

The Anger of an Angel

Has let go, become old

It disappears at the sight of you

 A touch, so loving, so bold

Author's Note

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