As she pondered her time on Earth She wondered why God set upon her this curse To show her the suffering of the human race She decided to go back to that filthy place This time she would have some important things Her brilliant white robe and feathered white wings She would appear to the people in an aura of gold The nature of the visit noone needs to be told She will promise people only the truth Her saint-like presence should be enough proof And talk of being a child of The Lord And that each and every person is adored The angel would talk of her sacred home Where angels stand together and are never alone If they turn their back without even a glance They are not lost, it's not their last chance God does not hate, it is not his way Do not worry, even if you have been led astray Now, the time has finally come So little time, so much to be done She would start with His work one bit at a time She would go to the people, she would give them a sign The sign would be of harmony and love Sent straight down from Heaven above She had been put in a troublesome position Optimistic as ever, the angel embarked on her mission
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Posted: Aug 2009
About this poem:
I actually wrote these when i was 20 and in 5 parts if I recall correctly (so is somewhat of a short story). Due to my lack of organisational skills have only just found them oops.