|Posted by arley sanchez on May 2, 2011 at 1:20 AM|
They pray and ask me to help, in God’s name.
I have to be a miracle.
They hand me the darkness, I must find light.
They ask me for proof,
I must find roses in winter's snow.
My love finds you afraid and alone,
I must give solace.
The incongruity of flight, is faith.
The stubborn souls,
agnostics and uncommitted,
justify my showing an image of Agnus Dei;
vanishes in their presence, like smoke.
There is nothing I can do.
I am an angel.