Send me your love of the Angels so High
Closed in shuddering bleak cadence, of faith breath,
     of nine hopes so alive
Lost with grips terse deeming futures of forgiven, yet,
   breathing haste of conviction -
     of the predication , all lives will be lost!

In avenues cases for flawed concern
   still cause the deathly blow that good and evil
       may not be discerned

But I am not drenched... from tears of rain by the somber sky

The time for convictions, resilience and verisimilitude
      with faith shall reside.

Give not a shallow promise... a hurt or expression,
     dawned in fear
For the passion of life is to give the living, brethren and sisters,
      a force perception
         all live through acceptance
           and truth availed in the clear.
Dawning, hurting, facing a challenge.
Rest easy, brave soul, the friends
    of golden light are unending