For some reason unknown
my sight, for now, restored
Perhaps god needed an outlet
but isnt that what angels are for?
Why not send a cheerub
to convey thoughts of the lord?
Perhaps they are just feelings
more meaningless than before
but some how i doubt that
with the way i Know them, they burst
Mayhap im just diffident
with my thoughts of foreshadow
or perhaps its becuase i sense it
that they mean more than they sound
but our lord may be intransigent
and i heard him, clear and loud,
perhaps it was a warning
a reminder that satan is bedeviled.
so my sence of unease
may be a way to keep me safe
fore if i am harmd
then the lord maybe harder to please
The world around me seems clearer
my sight, it seems is restored
so perhaps next i look in the mirror
-and do well to please him-
I might see a messenger of the Lord.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Let angel-guardian always save you!