Angel

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Angel here attend me
I am dying
Though my wounds and scars invisible
Are not counted in the fallen
Just a slow inexorable procession
To a dusty end

Angel please release me
I am broken
Though the world around believes me
To be full of life and joy
Within the pain is unalloyed
Till dusty end

Angel yet forgive me
Unrepentant yet
Still desperate for my Father’s face
And what may be yet given
Of understanding grace
At dusty end

Angel here attend me
Your sworn allegiance
Is to such misshapen as me and mine
Do not discriminate
Or judge my weakness harsh
At my dusty end

(c) Helen Valentina 2017

About helenvalentina

Like most people, I have a number of sides to me. The most interesting one probably emerges through my writing, hence this blog. I love to read, and also to write, and so this is a way to share both.
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6 Responses to Angel

  1. I certainly have days like this.

  2. landl30 says:

    Eloquent and heartfelt… insightful re: angel’s mission to assist we “misshapen”
    Don’t know if this is a Lenten poem, but nicely on point.
    Len Freeman
    poemsperday.com

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