Monday, July 27, 2009

When the angels come...



My heart heard you calling

with a song
so sweet and familiar
I could not forget.

You sang to my soul
with a voice
so pure and innocent
I began to listen.

How could you know
how to touch
that deepest hurt
I had hidden away?

You brought the light
with a smile
and a laugh so welcoming
I felt at home again.

When the angels come
do they know
they are angels?


1 comment:

  1. Beautiful gem, your poem, Robert. I get the sentiment. I love him too.

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