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Sunday, December 18, 2011

December Reflections

I stand at the crossroads
Of the waning year and the next,
Casting weary glances in both directions.
Never merely a game,
Life has dealt a difficult hand this round,
States of profound sadness
Leaving imprints on my soul
I fear will never fade.
The future is always uncertain,
Both luck and trouble can happen
Without cause or warning.

I turn my eyes to the heavens,
Searching the deepest purple
For a hint of the dream
That has guided citizens of the world
For more than two millennia,
Hoping to see angels bending near the earth,
But not all angels know how to fly.
Perhaps it would do no harm
To lag here among those angels,
If only for a moment.

11 comments:

Mary said...

Wonderful wordling! I believe that not all angels DO know how to fly, but I also believe they are in our midst. We just have to recognize them in human disguise.

Cheryl said...

I really like the way you chose to string the words together. You gave me hope.

Laurie Kolp said...

I agree with Mary... angels are among us.

zongrik said...

great way to blend the prompts

Marianne said...

This is beautiful, Mary!

Susannah said...

This is lovely. I really like what you did with the wordle words. :-)

Adura Ojo said...

Thoughtful and profound, Mary. Nicely penned.

brenda w said...

Beautiful contribution, I love it, Mary. Yes, there are angels among us, some flit into our words.

Traci B said...

This poem rings so true for all of us, Mary. Especially as we get older and see more of life on this marble, the pull toward heaven is stronger and yet harder to see at the same time.

HyperCRYPTICal said...

Angels are definitely among us!

Have a great Christmas.

Anna :o]

The Purple said...

excellent....

Incredible work,
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