Envisioning premature ascension
While fighting cynicism of today
Yearning for a new sense of direction
Hoping angelic music will now play
Sadness overwhelms, seeing your arm reach
Trusting the unworthy was all you knew
In a cruel world, it’s devotion you teach
As angel eyes transform, but remain blue
Playing with my son I begin to cry
Emotions run deep as fear rushes in
Wanting to believe that angels do fly
I just cannot decide where to begin
Tragedy starts with early morning dark
And ends with abandonment in the park
© Christopher Chronister, 3/2/21
Mar 2, 2021
Mar 2, 2021 at 7:10 PM UTC
Envisioning premature ascension
While fighting cynicism of today
Yearning for a new sense of direction
Hoping angelic music will now play
Sadness overwhelms, seeing your arm reach
Trusting the unworthy was all you knew
In a cruel world, it’s devotion you teach
As angel eyes transform, but remain blue
Playing with my son I begin to cry
Emotions run deep as fear rushes in
Wanting to believe that angels do fly
I just cannot decide where to begin
Tragedy starts with early morning dark
And ends with abandonment in the park
© Christopher Chronister, 3/2/21
I wrote this while thinking of a 6 year old who was tragically killed in Ohio. I was reflecting on my own 6 year old son while struggling spiritually and emotionally. My heart cries out for James
