Angel wings under the Sun, fluttering below
glowing haloes of gold, Harp music playing
God's everlasting Gospel tune of love, ever
so eternally cherished, by all, young and
old! Skies of blue interrupted only by a
bow's covenent with man, promised no rains
of floods, As scattered down upon man's
land and flowers and all the plant's own
buds! Noah's Ark survived all the rushing
high waters, Man did so wish, that there
should have been around many a blotter!
God did so dispatch, his very own son, To rid
Earth, of all bad sin of each man's evil
idea's of fun! A Sun drenched sky, parted
for storms of lightening and thunder, All
had succomed to water's drowning, as well
as without air while being pulled down
beneath, as under!
Michael Jeffrey Gale
Copyright ©2006 Michael Jeffrey Gale
This was very powerful, thankyou for sharing your art.Love Duncan
LOL...I sold my harp and bought a mandolin! which promptly snapped its neck!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
MIKE I LOVE THE IMAGERY BEING SCATTERED ABOUT LIKE ROCK-SALT ON ICE..EACH IMAGE PENETRATING PASSIONS WARMTH OF UNWAVERED CHRISTFAITH...WELL DONE, SIR MICHAEL OF INNER WISDOMS...A 10 FOR ''THE MAN''''''''''''FRANK