“Angels we have heard on high” so they say,
Haven’t seen any signs as my energy darkens.
Bitterness and frustration drip down
Smearing makeup and staining clothes.
Haven’t felt any strokes of grace to counter the
Pall that conceals a light that falters
Choked by fear and defeat.
If angels are out there, please heed my call.
Show me a sign,
Touch me with your grace,
Give me something
To hold on to.
©Esther Moreira
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Hermoso! 🙂
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