Sunday, September 23, 2007

The angel holds the flaming sword
and cringing, I am forced to see
myself in its gleaming blade

Double edged,
it reveals the past and present
in inescapable oneness,
laying bare the stinging truth
before my weary soul

1 comment:

Joyful Catholic said...

Hey Dymphna...we're on the same "poetical page" it seems...

This one reminded me of my "William Blake" attempt...

PAX,

http://underthepoetree.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-william-blake-attempt.html

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