With tattered wings
And tarnished halo
She sits crossed legged
Atop of a rocky ledge
She drops her head into her hands
She weeps
Weeps for the heartache
Weeps for the pain
Weeps for the loss
Allowing it to all to flow through her
And down her face
The tears ebbed over the rocks
Down into the ravine
Forming a puddle,
A pond
Then a lake of tears
How many souls has she tried to comfort
How much agony she has absorbed
Hearts she sought to comfort
She has lost count
The world is overwhelmed with hopelessness, anger and pain
Her tribe of angels are exhausted, battered and bruised
Fighting the resistance of hope, peace and love
She longs for those days
She will feel clean, refreshed, healed and energized
Leaving the sadness, anguish, sorrow and scars behind
As she held the last soul gently, lovingly in her tired arms
She felt a chill from their very being
She noticed her feathers falling to the earth
As her heart sank broken, shattered
Her body quaked
Tighter, she held this soul
Hoping to squeeze the pieces back together
But the resistance prevailed
Tears cascading from her eyes now~
Growing the lake at the bottom of the ravine
Her mind racing to unearth any remaining hope
Left in this world
It has to be here
Somewhere in the souls of those who remain
Her last tear fell, as human pain was released from her grip
She wiped her face with her threadbare gown
Looking bleary at the horizon, once again
Then down at her earthen feet
Her head dropped in prayer
Her knees fell to the rocks
Her pleas echoed in the darkness
She clinched her hands tighter
She spoke the words of love and hope from her crippled heart
She willed hope, peace, love, joy and tenderness
To engulf this weary world
She squeezed her eyes so tight that, even they resisted
But released one last tear to fall
Her hands clasped her chest
Her knees cringed from the shards of broken dreams that littered her perch
Shivering and fearful of the overwhelming darkness
She slowly opened her eyes
Then, there it was
That tiny shimmer emerging from the peak of a distant mountain
She blinked furiously
She sensed a shift
She felt the resonation from the other angels’ prayers
Hope, Light, Unity, Peace
Was tiny and still very fragile
But it was there
She heard the chatters as the angels began to gather
The sounds of cherished resilient spirits
The darkness will begin to lift
The hearts will be begin to open to hope, change and love
Her heart pounded with elation
Suddenly, she noticed her wings began to bloom and straighten
Her gown rinsed clean
Her feet no longer muddy
Her hands no longer bruised
Although the chill still engulfed her
She could begin to feel the warmth
The sun emerging through the clouds, storms and darkness
Her prayers and those of her Angel Tribe
Have been heard, held and answered
The Human Spirit will once again begin to shine.
