The Angel

 

I’ve been waiting for my angel

But first the devil has to die

Slain by its own hand

Before the angel learns to fly

 

I keep looking toward tomorrow

While today stands in the way

But tomorrow isn’t coming

While today comes every day

 

I’ve been still with separation

Stuck in echoes from my breath

Struggling for the strength of soul

To keep hope away from death

 

There is light in every darkness

Slight wisp through slivered crack

Holds the promise destined kept

Till angel find its own way back

 

                       

                         s. paul (April 2020)