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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

THIS MORTAL COIL

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Royal blue &
translucent gold do await my soon return.

I  go to where there are no bones arotting.

Do not cry for me;
I am kept in the bosom of a holy dove.

Lo, these many years, 
my hands have been stretched upwards.

Abundant joy &
immaculent breezes are my preferred portion.

Blue-midnight,
angelic visitations steer my many night-visions.

This mortal coil is
but my chrysalis; gossamar wings wait for me.

The last mile is truly bloody virtue-Via Dolorosa.
 

 Alice Parris

Photography by Stony River/AU

Photography by Stony River/AU

THE KINDREDS

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THE KINDREDS
 
We walk together
at varying times,
 
varying degrees
of sun & shade.
 
We walk in these
places of darkness
 
& mist.
 
We stand together:
the kindreds.
 
 
Alice Parris
For Anna Donovan
 
 

Stony River photograph/AU

Stony River photograph/AU

THE HOURGLASS

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A large, impressive, cherry wood desk sat beneath the tiny hourglass which was to be my life.
An antigue hourglass with its intriquitely detailed top and

bottom was precise in its meting out of what was to be the granules of life allotted to me.
I preened while the first half of the passing sand poured down

into its unobtrusively-waiting receptacle.
I postured while another fourth of
the sand poured down in meticulous precision.
I, then, became obsessed with

the scanty fourth which passed continuously before me.
I toiled day and night to make a mark of truth upon deafening mankind.
In all of my many preenings

and posturings, I had discovered but one absolute truth: the only currency which would remain in the ever-moving, ever-indifferent sands of time would be a pure, simple, unfettered love: the true gold of a man’s life upon this earth.

Alice Parris

WHEN SOULMATES MEET

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When soulmates meet
It is as if a
Force of nature
Is taking place
Pulling one
Inextricably
To the other.
It is as if
Nothing else
Matters…
But the pull
Of the other soul
When in the presence
Of its perfect match.
It is as if
Time stands still
When two souls
Embrace
That are one.There are no
Words to describe
What is happening
When soulmates
Are in each
Other’s arms.
Neither
Circumstances,
Propriety,
Nor will power
Can overrule
The magnetic force
That pulls these
Souls together
Once they meet.There is a pulling,
A knitting together
Of these two
While heaven watches
The celestial reunion.
The angels rejoice:
Divine intervention
Has taken place
In life and in
Circumstances
To bring these
Two together…
At last.
Pulling these
Two out of
The arms of
Another,
Out of cities,
Out of careers,
Placing them,
In each other’s arms,
Is nothing less
Than miraculous.Alice Parris

 

 

 

 

 

THE THIRD DAY

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There is a

Choosing

That visits

Us all in

Our brief

Sojourn

On earth.

The decision

We make will

Forever

Alter our

Destiny

Here and

Beyond.

There is a

Choosing

That must

Try us all,

With but

One right

Choice

To be made.

It is

Simply this:

To love or

Not to love.

What value

Has silver

Or gold,

Pain or

Pleasure,

Pride or

Power,

When on

The Scale

With love

Weighed

In

Eternity.

Alice Parris