Treasure Island

Babatunde Aremu

Two Angels Came Calling

The congregation was unaware
When two angels came calling
They wore human flesh
They ate flesh
They rendered melodious choruses
Dined on common tables
Dishing out solid foods
Blessing without dismulation
The two danced
The two sang
The two prophesied
The two sacrificed
The two intercedes
The two were angels
Who came calling
Yet we were unaware

Suddenly they flapped their wings
Flying away into the sky
Ascending into the celestial
Bidding bye to the terrestial
With heavens throwing a big party
Welcoming the faithful ministers
Pouring accolades on the duo
Who served mankind with zeal
Now we know they were angels
That heavens blessed us with
But were treated them like humans
Adieu, angels
Adieu, God's ministers

Submitted: Friday, June 08, 2012
Edited: Monday, August 06, 2012

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Dedicated to Rev Ayodeji Kolade Cole and Rev Ngozi Oreoluwa Cole who were transported to the celestial on 3rd June,2012 in the Dana Air crash in Nigeria

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  • Sj Holland (10/2/2013 11:56:00 AM)

    Angels entertained unaware. There's something different about heavenly being though. Thanks for reading my poem Black On Black http: // (Report) Reply

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