the voices of angels
clarion angels speak
as night falls in silence
snow falls even softer
than the sun dropping
moon sets with passion
bright red eyed venus
dives-through the little
silver slipper of la luna
let us for one moment
be angels for one another
releasing what seems different--
as we embrace
our true common ground
the voices of angels stroke
peace across foreheads
knit warm woolen shawls
as a purpose to love
shines a glory train
around confident hearts-
both fancy and plain
as smoke lifts from the canyon
and the bonfire crackles with faith
we shake the noose of fear
and live as two swans draw near
listening to the striking of the bell
a renewed and soulful clarion call
returning home after battle
we grasp the taste of freedom
words & photo~ kate lamberg (c) '17
than the sun dropping
moon sets with passion
bright red eyed venus
dives-through the little
silver slipper of la luna
let us for one moment
be angels for one another
releasing what seems different--
as we embrace
our true common ground
the voices of angels stroke
peace across foreheads
knit warm woolen shawls
as a purpose to love
shines a glory train
around confident hearts-
both fancy and plain
as smoke lifts from the canyon
and the bonfire crackles with faith
we shake the noose of fear
and live as two swans draw near
listening to the striking of the bell
a renewed and soulful clarion call
returning home after battle
we grasp the taste of freedom
words & photo~ kate lamberg (c) '17
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