PoeEternal poetry Writing


An angel is a human born free of sin. An angel’s decree.

I traveled far just to find his den
I walked barefoot through the Garden of Eden
I passed graveyards of original sin
I ate the apple and I’d do it again

Under his altar
I heed to prayer
I kneel and I receive offer
And taste his holy water

Where I begin to transcend
And I feel clean again
My wings stretch and extend

Church bells ring with a deep moan
The harvest comes where he does roam

His scripture flows deep in my vein
Where under his rule my enemies are slain

His kiss and touch my communion
With every moment I feel more human

I bless him with eternal devotion
Our souls together gently woven
When one my halo is golden
Fully healed and never broken

In my soul his name is etched
On my heart I wear his crest
With my love his soul is blessed
Together we are at our best

Burned on my wing is our decree
It wasn’t written to deceive
Two pieces of the puzzle now complete
A map to our destiny

© Delia Ross. 2019

By PoeEternal

I'm gone. Maybe it's like I never existed at all.

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