When my travels of this world are done
When my trip to the next world is near
I shall meet friends and souls long gone
And I’ll tell them angels were here.
When the hard stone of imminent death is my pillow
My dream of angel ladders to and from heaven
When I shall lay beneath the cool shades of the willow
Memories of her caring wings shall be my haven.
I shall not think of bright winged creatures unseen
Halos and blinding dazzles of white
I’ll be glad I was raised by an angelic being
With same grace, pure heart and a smile of radiant light
Even if my soul shall soar beyond the clouds
Finding no pearly gates and streets of gold
No singing cherubim and seraphim gathered in crowds
She had sang to me before stretching my bedding fold
Even if my sunset voyage leads to hades
If I miss the heaven’s buffet feast
For righteous gentlemen and ladies
My lifetime meals were made by an angel from the east.
Your story should be of the same kind
You wouldn’t say these are lies
That you have never seen an angel, are you blind?
just look into your mother’s eyes
Just look into your mothers eyes.
Art poem illustration by me @pencil on paper