The Sleeping Angel Poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen

An angel has fallen to sleep
Tired of much chaos below
her feet: people in hate
and conflict, protectionism
and self- aggrandizement.


When will this angel
wake up from her sleep?
Does it matter if the sun
Shines over her head, or
if rain could make her wet?


Wake up, dear angel, wake up
Bring us to the Easter dawn of
newness, loving instead of hating;
serving and involving others
in our common search for
common good and purpose.
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April 6,2018