In the darkest cloak of night

I chanced upon a wondrous sight.      
                      
  An angel sheathed in streaks of light

Kept stumbling on the ground.  

Its legs were weak, as sanctuary,

It begged to keep, in church.

Silence pounded the ground beneath its feet

As it waited for dawn to break

And take the weight it carried.

Eventually it came to see that it was not alone

And with company came the strength to atone.  

Falling fast upon its knees

It quick confessed to the disease of sin.

Within its tone I heard a groan

As all things it said had only led it to pain.

The darkness lost its reign as daylight came

And within a glittering shower

I saw the power of love.

Within this place I’d found a grace

As forgiveness allowed the angel

To take its place above me.

Returning to its dome shaped home

I saw the angel carved in stone.

Its tranquillity was plain to see

Within features of serenity.

When leaving I found a single feather

Nestled on a bed of heather flowers  

And knew that I’d been there to see

That love empowers all.

comes
from
within
we
have
to
change
us
to
change
Earth

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Soulful vocals shine
Across the din Universe ~
They drone and drone . . .

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Is there love for another?
Much like this?
One's that unconditional,
unrestricted.
One so free...
That skeptical eyes would miss.

The beauty in such a commitment,
can't be quantified in greens or gold.
Unbound by petty materialism...
That jingles and folds.

It's invaluable...
Only to the ones who would see
and acknowledge it.
It's coveted only by those
who fearlessly dare
to embrace it.

So...

Strive for unconditional love.
For it is the greatest gift,
anyone could receive
and bestow.
For it will be the sun
that fires
the beats in your heart.
For it is the abundant glow
cascading...
From the moon's
limitless flow.

One night as I roamed soft about

I chanced upon a tiny shout.

Then when I looked down on the ground

Was careful not to make a sound

In shocked awe my dark adjusted eyes

Saw fairies fight spiders under starlet skies.

Using sticks as spears they attacked their prey

Trapping spiders away from light of day.

As I stared in wonder I heard a voice

"When battle is over, help us rejoice."

It was not a sight I'd want to see

My first instinct was to turn and flee.

Spiders hunt fairies like flies for food,

You see them on webs dried up and chewed.

Fairies hunt spiders for food and skins,

Providing food and clothes for kith and kin.

At long last the fearsome spider lost his fight

And was quickly taken away from my sight.

The fairies took their prize with glee,

"Spiders on the menu for tea."

Almost at once a banquet appeared,

I ate food so sweet my plate was cleared.

With my stomach full, my eyes grew heavy,

And enchanted sleep soon overwhelmed me.

I saw beauty and grace, some horror as well,

As I was held there as if in a spell.

I awoke in a field, with no-one nearby,

And watched as a spider devoured a fly.