Herald of the archangel
The gift of prophecy
What dread words
Expel on your breath
In these terrible times?
Word of a birth
Or of hope
Or even the word of a god
Should he still speak to us
Lost in the tumult
That we create?
Guardian of the moon
Hovering pale creature
Shine your shimmering light
On a barren field
I thought I heard your name
Whispered on the wind
One morning as I woke
To the harsh light
Of secular, modern times
I am not the faithful
To claim this would be
A complete and broken lie
But if I listen carefully
Oh Gabriel
Will you speak to me?
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
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I like this a lot. In silence we can hear much! 😉
Thank you Roxi! Much appreciated! 🙂
I read it out loud just to hear the words… They echo in my head. 🙂
Thank you! 🙂
It’s so beautiful !
Thank you so much! 🙂