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Dec 2015
The Angel

the strangest thing was
Wben I awoke
from my drunken stupor.
The drunk tank was empty.
Except for me..
The foul smelling
mix of ***** and defecation
Still  filled my nostrils.
The wrenching of my stomach,
Told me I had  survived another binge..
The half light of a moonbeam
Peeped in through the window bars
of my familiar cell.
Thats when I saw her.
She stood over me so white
Glowing Translucent lightness.
kindness glowing in  her face
i looked deep into her beautiful eyes.
Oh her eyes
so pure and beautiful.
She knelt beside me
Folded her wings of gossamer
About me.
she had tears in her eyes.
Are you not tired of this?
she asked softly.
Do you not want to enjoy the
beautiful world he made for you.
Do you want your children back?
She prayed for me.
For me a worthless drunk.
she was weeping for me.
Her tears fell onto my head
Like a baptism
I feel reborn.
She knelt in the human
waste in the filthy cell
And prayed for me.
Then she melted into the light.
That was the day
I stopped drinking
To all addiction tormented people
may the beautiful Angel visit you soon.
Jude
Written by
Jude kyrie  Canada
(Canada)   
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