I’ve always wanted to hear my angel sing,
To hear that melody through softest air,
To know the song and join in joyful praise.
I’ve always wanted to hear my angel sing,
Not just at Christmas in cold, crystal filled air,
Any time, any where, joyous praises ring.
I’ve always wanted to hear my angel sing,
To hear it’s voice pierce the depths of my soul
To know and feel the joy love brings.
I’ve always wanted to hear my angel sing
Beyond the bounds of earth’s limiting skies,
Where all is truth and love.
I’ve always wanted to hear my angel sing,
When as I child I listened for that voice
In songs of praise.
Perhaps my angel sings as I sleep when I can’t join in song,
She’s heard my voice crackle through the heavens,
And has seen other angels cover their ears to muffle that most unpleasant sound.
Perhaps my angel hovers over my bed
Singing in angel whispers the songs I dream to hear.
Perhaps, my angel does this, yet
I’ve always wanted to hear my angel sing.
2 comments:
Such a beautifully lyrical poem! I can almost hear this set to music with a softness and light. So pretty.
Enjoy the day!
Erin
Beautiful Mallory - Erin is right becasue i can hear it sing too.
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