If a host of angels were to descend
I'd be blessed to gaze at their blue eyes.
Mesmerised, I'd look up into the skies.
And nothing would be the same, I contend.
It'd be a relief to have my belief
and seeing that miracles manifest
knowing no one is lost in these latrines
-of sin without some good hope acquiesced.
You can research all the details you want
without faith, all else is inconsequent.
Nice poem, Mark. Your rhymes are very well constructed, and the poem is short enough to leave a quick impact.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well composed piece. Truly uplifting......10+++