Angel at the Surface

 

I like to think

we all

have an angel

beneath our earthly

cloak.

For some, 

the angel hides

in a dark and woolen cape.

But, if we look closely

there are those whose angel 

breathes softly 

near the surface

in linen

weaved together with 

undyed string

and a quiet familiar

song.

jj

Guns Make Holes

Outside our streets are crying
Young babes are dying
When you hear guns explode
Then freedom's just a word

There's a girl who's lost and frightened
There's a boy not afraid of dying
Can you hear? Have they stopped trying?
Is freedom just a word?

There's a man who's lost his son
It's a mother's only one
Do you hear? Have we stopped praying?
Is freedom just a word?

When a Child has fallen
Where have all the angels gone?
In the streets
Nobody has won
When freedom's just a word

Joni James 1995