Praying For Angels

Strength,

we work for it,

we pray for it;

to get us through

another day

fraught with circumstances

stacked against us.

 

Yet there is no strength for this,

no prayer that could leave our lips

that would delay the coming

of each singular end.

 

We are born

of the crackling fire.

Sparks sent flying into the darkness,

burning bright briefly,

then silently winking out.

 

There is no way

to build a tolerance,

nor grow immune,

for it is not disease,

but the opposite.

It is our natural state.

 

Lord, when I prayed

that you would send me angels,

I didn‘t know you would send Death.

 

HG – 2016

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