The Holy Deal

bless you......bless me

The Holy Deal

Movement ceases
as eyes crawl into the spill
You've fallen
Aligned with the massacre of yesteryear
You weave around the thump of disaster
calling on your angel means
you found sanity in a feel.

Wings abreast,
Skyward a road to nowhere
Inner self an analogy of forgiveness in a cell
You kneel, head bowed,
Someone called you a holy deal.

Reviews

[softlyfall]

All of us wingless angels, falling falling falling
We fly when we cease to struggle
Excellent poem

[Alfred Kukitz]

Yes it does! I think 5 Hail Marie's & 5 Our Fathers was the usual ticket for redemption. All white outfits, prayer book in hand, swooning in something you couldn't understand except for the paddle on the a*s, below the a*s, below the a*s with pants down.

Thanks Jacob!

Regards,
Al

[jacob erin-cilberto]

reminds me of confession, but also of those when i was a kid, who seemed to do confession on saturdays, communion on sundays and then went back to being evil all week, thinking their bowed heads and saying a few our fathers and a few hail marys would make them spotless clean again.

some angels just keep falling over and over.