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O BLACK ANGEL

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New Angel Wings by Shadavar -stock

New Angel Wings by Shadavar-stock

O black angel,

spread your wings for me.

Deliver me from ghosts and rattling chains,

chants, haunts, and roots, sinking at the bayou’s bottom.

 

The past with its dried hope and magnolia,

now long-gone; a shattered mirror of forlorn days.

 

O black angel,

spread your wings

upwards and outwards; sweep from

paradise to heaven. where grass grows emerald,

springing back past the walking on it.

To where joy-filled winds speak mysteries of the ages.

 

O black angel,

spirit me away to where

gates of pearl open onto streets of gold, like glass.

 

O black angel,

Uphold me in your massive hands.

Let me look into your piercing eyes, and

see beyond the boundaries of man’s comprehension.

To that place of magnificent, peerless beauty.

 

O black angel,

carry me in your wings.

Take me to that place where I might

see His body, bloodied and pierced for me.

Behold His face and kiss His nail-scarred hands.

 

 

By Alice Parris

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HOPE CLINGS LIKE A VELVET MIST

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Photography by Stony River/AU

Photography by Stony River/AU

 

 

HOPE CLINGS LIKE A VELVET MIST

Wildflowers grow flawlessly
Surrounded by colored lies
Adults breathe in tradition
Children exhale wordless sighs

The dreamless sleep in poppies
Couched in beds of loneliness
The future shreds like ribbons
Hope clings like a velvet mist

Fierce garnet-colored flames
Turn to soft flickers glowing
Crisp green ages into brown
Burdened with too much knowing

Young flesh will melt away
Like fresh wax melting slowly
Wasted breath filled with regret
As cradle rocks the lowly

Alice Parris

BIRD OF SAPPHIRE-FIRE

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Symphony within my heart;
flute-flutters of small, blue wings.

Joy is a bird of sapphire-fire
alight on a winter branch; barren-brown.

Tender warbles pierce the sunless;
yet, the golden-glorious cascades down.

Only the spirit can ever know  
the ecstatic trumpeting when joy blows.

Alice Parris

Photography by Stony River/AU

Photography by Stony River/AU

SLEEPING PROPHETS

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Awake

In a

Twilight state.

Gathering information,

Uncovering plots,

Understanding

Relationships,

Dreaming the future,

Having access

to the Spiritual

Superhighway.

Reconnaissance

Missions are underway.

Camouflaged as

Sleeping forms.

Sleeping prophets,

On line

With the

Revealer of dreams.

Alice Parris

THE RESURRECTION

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A bloodied cross
Was dismantled
Upon the ground
Of Golgotha,
Drying in the
Death-stenched air.
Fragrant linens
Encased scourged flesh
But for a moment…

Blinding light
Revealed blood-soaked
Linens discarded in a
Rich man’s tomb.
As foretold,
On the third day,
He had arisen.
He was raised
By resurrection power
To receive His reward:
The nations of this world,
And the glory of
His matchless name.

ALICE PARRIS