Poem: Isaiah 14
Through the innocent blue-green eyes
of a content little girl
An angel can be seen.
The angel is clothed in a big suit,
shiny-black shoes, and a boring tie.
His smile is brilliant,
his words like honey
his eyes deep, soft, and gentle brown.
As the glorious sun pours
over the mountians and in through the window
and over bacon and eggs,
The angel ruffles her hair,
kisses her head,
To do battle with the evil of the world,
That may, one day, do her harm.
This is her guardian,
though her eyes are now green and gold
and have long since lost their innocence,
The angel can still be seen.
But is he still an angel?
He still wears the big suits,
the shiny shoes, the bland ties,
But his smile is a mask,
His promises are hollow,
His eyes are void of truth.
He still leaves
as the sun comes up
over the house behind hers.
His playfulness is fake,
his kisses are dodged.
Then he slinks out the door.
With the same briefcase and suitcase,
he hides from the angels
fearing the weapon they hold;
This is her enemy,
Would she rather believe the lies,
And see him through the eyes of a child,
As an angel?
Or is she better off knowing the truth?
Her morning star has fallen from Heaven,
He as been cast down to earth
because of his arrogance.
Her Lucifer will be brought to justice,
by the hand of someone who truly is