angel with a cigarette

angel with a cigarette                                    March 7, 2015
an angel with a cigarette
perched upon her lips
and a ragged stalking cap
where she lost her halo
holding open the door
of a reservation pick-up truck
grandma in a wheel chair
and grandpa fighting up the slope

she’s got broken wings
feathers all a-molt
and can’t fly back to Him
for a long while just yet
the angel with the cigarette,
she’s got no hand to hold
no where to lay her head
banished from her lover’s bed

she cannot earn her place
longing longing to behold that face
will you be a one-way mirror
reflecting only prideful arrogance
or will you turn inside out
showing that frightful grace
helping her remember
she’s going home she’s going home
won’t you come along?

the angle with the cigarette
her mind is dimmed
her feet are caked in clay
day by day she learns her way
crawling back to Him
running back to Him
learning how to fly again

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About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. My most recent completed endeavor was finishing BA's in Religious Studies and American Studies. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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