Guardian Angels

Holy souls wear saints’ clothes
Until life makes us fully damned,
Until it breaks whatever heart is found,
Causes us to curse the ground
On which our feet so firmly stand;
Demons prey while the godly pray
For redemption, peace, or any such thing;
They lie in wait for the scarred and maimed
Then another at which to cast the blame-
Yet still Heaven’s choir sings. 
Angels soar in tens of scores
Above our pagan, darkened land;
In legions the leaders praise and fly
Past a blood moon in the night sky
And guard every child, woman, and man
From their fears then wipe the tears
That fall down a hurting heart’s cheek,
Shed in vain and in evil’s name;
Hatred spreads like a wildfire’s flames,
Yet there is love for those who such seek.

Reviews

[Bluefire]

This is amazing and full of hope and light. I like that warnings of the dark and the fact that light shines on it and keeps it at bay.
Very well done!

[Echoes of Eros]

A fierce fire burns through your thoughts, dancing in dark and light. We go through so much in life just to get through, don't we? Wishing you a much brighter, warmer New Year, Sarah, filled with endless love and beauty. xo