There Must Be An Angelic Light Poem by Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)

when I was born they throw away the baby kept the afterbirth
life was cursed

I learned to fly on broken wings heartfelt I learned to sing
to soulful gift everything


for some souls there can be no happy ever after
burn

on a felt passion cross gift redemption
love

never eat sleep drink in perfect peace touch lead lost
souls

into a better life rebirth hope forever
after

there must be an angelic light
a voice

to redeem sing us home to an
eternity bright