John Ackerman

A Calling Of Angels

whispers..
velvet vibations taunt
for what do we seek
eyes, hands & wings

faint laughter
pause to a slow pitched sound
angelic creatures in there manifestation of movement
closer then ever before

many evoke fear
a cast of feathers drifting
out of the parchment vest
alone silenced to its call

will forever look for this event coming
closer then ever before
a slight of hand dwildling in mid air
forever we shall be as one by heaven's throne

Jesus has these angelic beings with him
out of love for his saints
if we close are eyes we can only imagine its unique splendor
fragments of imaginitive thought perish

to the reality of sweet sullen brevity
in its unique timely orb
these are there for protection from Satan
a vivid dream turned to reality

sent down to us from heaven's door
lest I implore another score
with tempers of fire its a buring desire
to never get caught in the mire

child like faith with dreams to escape call it faith

Topic(s) of this poem: hope, love, peace

Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 23, 2017

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