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