On a planet of immeasurable wrongs
You cannot hold back angels
Are we all lost travellers?
Broken, helpless people?
Or, are we winged angels
Preparing for the unimaginable?
I have what I feel is a beautiful idea
It could be transformative.
As the ornaments of mind play out,
This, that, the other
Sandy foundations give way
The system collapses
Something constant in the changeable is birthing
A tune, so soft
In the minds and hearts of many.
It’s the remedy.
On this planet of immeasurable wrongs
It’s a heartbeat
It’s your hearts beat
It’s the flutter of angels’ wings landing.
A Poem by Mary Sky
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