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Angelic Tears
- Angelic Tears -
Lift up thy gaze unto the heavens above,
Where the light of the brightest star ascends!
Striking with fury the very mountaintops,
The force of an angel’s will: driven by love…
Upon whom a mighty host eternally attends!
Her tears are chill as a winter’s raindrops.
Her name is in the hearts of her own kindred,
Nestled so amongst the living and the dead.
If you find in life the pleasures most beloved,
And in the works of poets take great delight…
Do not fail to give praise where it is wanted,
To mortals and gods who need praises alike!
Swiftly, the age is nigh for her to so return,
Unto the earth where grow the roses crimson!
They bloom at her pleasure, at her very will,
And they perish with the hot sun’s fiery burn…
All at her whim, and the change of a season!
Her tears water the land, and make it so still.
Her fame is in the pride of all creation’s heart,
Grown mighty from each soul doing its’ part.
If you find in life the seasons most enjoyable,
And view the glories of nature with your sight…
Do not fail to give thanks where it is needed,
To mortals and gods who keep us from blight!
The winds of the world beat of her six wings,
Which carry the seeds of life to all the corners!
Raising up the forests that teem with new life,
Embodying her children in all the living things…
Drying the tears of even the saddest mourners!
Her tears wash away all our sins and our strife.
Her flame burns so hotly in each faithful breast,
Nurtured for ages by the wine that calms best.
If you find in life the arts to be most astounding,
And hold the finer things to be worthy of joy…
Do not fail to give glory to Heaven undoubting,
To mortals and gods more faithful than any toy!
The enemies of life become as dust before she,
Until restored unto her is the light that is forever!
The wars of the ages bear nothing, fading away,
Until at last only the divine remains all in beauty…
Easing the wrath of angels and gods such as her!
Until the promised kingdom shines: bright as day.
Until the magic comes again, before her throne,
Bestowing its’ power unto all flesh and all bone.
If you find in life the time to seek perfect bliss,
And try to find enlightenment in passing verse…
Do not fail to give one moment to consider this,
The mortals and gods who shape this universe!
Lift up thy gaze unto the heavens above,
Where the light of the brightest star ascends!
Striking with fury the very mountaintops,
The force of an angel’s will: driven by love…
Upon whom a mighty host eternally attends!
Her tears are chill as a winter’s raindrops.
Her name is in the hearts of her own kindred,
Nestled so amongst the living and the dead.
If you find in life the pleasures most beloved,
And in the works of poets take great delight…
Do not fail to give praise where it is wanted,
To mortals and gods who need praises alike!
Swiftly, the age is nigh for her to so return,
Unto the earth where grow the roses crimson!
They bloom at her pleasure, at her very will,
And they perish with the hot sun’s fiery burn…
All at her whim, and the change of a season!
Her tears water the land, and make it so still.
Her fame is in the pride of all creation’s heart,
Grown mighty from each soul doing its’ part.
If you find in life the seasons most enjoyable,
And view the glories of nature with your sight…
Do not fail to give thanks where it is needed,
To mortals and gods who keep us from blight!
The winds of the world beat of her six wings,
Which carry the seeds of life to all the corners!
Raising up the forests that teem with new life,
Embodying her children in all the living things…
Drying the tears of even the saddest mourners!
Her tears wash away all our sins and our strife.
Her flame burns so hotly in each faithful breast,
Nurtured for ages by the wine that calms best.
If you find in life the arts to be most astounding,
And hold the finer things to be worthy of joy…
Do not fail to give glory to Heaven undoubting,
To mortals and gods more faithful than any toy!
The enemies of life become as dust before she,
Until restored unto her is the light that is forever!
The wars of the ages bear nothing, fading away,
Until at last only the divine remains all in beauty…
Easing the wrath of angels and gods such as her!
Until the promised kingdom shines: bright as day.
Until the magic comes again, before her throne,
Bestowing its’ power unto all flesh and all bone.
If you find in life the time to seek perfect bliss,
And try to find enlightenment in passing verse…
Do not fail to give one moment to consider this,
The mortals and gods who shape this universe!
Published 29th Dec 2012
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29th Dec 2012 8:20am
My thanks, Mourningcloak! It is one of my older works, but one of my best. I am glad I posted it tonight to share with everyone here on DUP. :)
29th Dec 2012 6:33am
29th Dec 2012 8:24am
It was my pleasure, FreaHaruna! I always try to write in a very vivid style that brings the images to life in the reader's mind's eye. I am happy to see you appreciate that style.
29th Dec 2012 4:26pm
So many forget the muses that choose us and expect to be blessed for free, as if such sprees come because they must.
The muses do not amuse in being misused but choose those who paid their dues to be set loose.
So this palaver of bliss feels more like a prayer, a smoky kiss to drift up on a higher gist like a bonfire where ash turns to mist.
Thank you for this peace, Ms. Ashton!
The muses do not amuse in being misused but choose those who paid their dues to be set loose.
So this palaver of bliss feels more like a prayer, a smoky kiss to drift up on a higher gist like a bonfire where ash turns to mist.
Thank you for this peace, Ms. Ashton!
Anonymous
30th Dec 2012 10:50am
This one is just so beautiful, moving and touching. So many hidden underneath things.
I feel a great sadness, loss but also revival of inner strength to provide inner peace and guidance. The angels cried through your pen.
One of your best ones Id say indeed dear jessica!
I feel a great sadness, loss but also revival of inner strength to provide inner peace and guidance. The angels cried through your pen.
One of your best ones Id say indeed dear jessica!
30th Dec 2012 9:18pm
I am happy you loved it, Mourganna, my dear friend! Indeed, sometimes even the highest of angels weep, and those with ears to hear can hear them if they choose to listen. What better way to capture the beauty and sorrow of angelic tears, than through poetry? And that is but one layer of meaning, with many hidden layers, as you have noticed. ;)
31st Dec 2012 2:02am
I love it. Could not find the words to express how I felt about this one. It touched my heart, dear Jessica.
1st Jan 2013 5:33am
I am deeply happy that it did, my dearest Grace. You have a kind, good heart too! :)
Love and Light to you. And Happy New Year 2013!
Love and Light to you. And Happy New Year 2013!
