The Angel’s Hand
I felt the
slight touch of the angel’s hand
While lonely and lost in a pitch-black
night
Adrift in the dark with no guiding light
Then wings beat like
heartbeats across the land
Life is a windstorm blowing in the sand
It
can be hard to walk or even stand
Answers can be barren, not always
right
While lonely and lost in a pitch-black night
The journey can
seem hard to understand
Mystify the signals hidden from sight
Echoes of
power without showing might
Steer towards a light making no demands
I felt
the slight touch of the angel’s hand
Denny E. Marshall has had poetry recently published and rejected.
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