Out Of Angels Hands Poem by Gerry Legister

With greatness coming out of the stump
Prophecy made illusive visions shine bright,
From a stone in heaven, burning as a lamp,
Lamb like flames turned into a meteorite.

We came on earth out of the angel's hands,
Timid bands slowly rolled out from the scroll,
Stars of lights fitly framed in foreign lands,
Glowing rays among a disenchantment world.

Career finds the fragrant odour of our destiny
Qualified beings decoration of our professions,
Candles illuminating darkness of our community
Nursing weeks unfolding the changing seasons.

Caring for the weak, meekly until many are strong
Others go astray quickly out of the angel's hand.
Tears lament in the sacrifice of funeral song,
Wounds pay the price which made no demand.

The bomb is not as strong as a guardian angel
Holding our hands to form that credible union?
From the dusty atmosphere smells of burning shell,
But the flame of hope becomes useful companion.