Untitled - November 10/14, 2001
Indentations - first indentations are by Scoop Sullivan (carol68@att.net)
Second indentations are by TJ Ramos (ladytea@bellsouth.net
Hanging by the moment,
where release is but the letting go,
and safety
is nowhere to be found.
Every second
becomes a desperate search
for another nook and cranny,
stretched
out on a limb,
fingers taut with tension,
until it all becomes frail.
A simple unfurling
becomes a free fall...
like a tear
slowly winding down
a saddened cheek.
A ring and a sigh
a sound for all to hear
like a whisper on the wind
a message is sent.
Hearts soar to
the mountain and
a white light
shows the way.
A plume of smoke rises
and dust settles . . .
to permit Angels to
claim their charges
and show them the joys
of renewed life.
So Guardian Angels are born
to protect fellow hero's
in their plight to save lives,
in a world so filled with
uncertainty and fright.
Sifting through the fiery ashes,
we struggle to find hope
within despair.
Digging deeper into darkness,
we search for unending light.
Looking beyond the surface
into the myriad of emotions
that colour everything we do.
(
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