With tattered wings

And tarnished halo

She sits crossed legged 

Atop of a rocky ledge

 

She drops her head into her hands

She weeps

Weeps for the heartache

Weeps for the pain

Weeps for the loss

 

Allowing it to all to flow through her

And down her face

The tears ebbed over the rocks

Down into the ravine

Forming a puddle, 

A pond

Then a lake of tears

 

How many souls has she tried to comfort

How much agony she has absorbed

Hearts she sought to comfort

She has lost count

 

The world is overwhelmed with hopelessness, anger and pain

Her tribe of angels are exhausted, battered and bruised

Fighting the resistance of hope, peace and love

 

She longs for those days

She will feel clean, refreshed, healed and energized

Leaving the sadness, anguish, sorrow and scars behind

 

 

As she held the last soul gently, lovingly in her tired arms

She felt a chill from their very being

She noticed her feathers falling to the earth

As her heart sank broken, shattered

Her body quaked 

 

Tighter, she held this soul

Hoping to squeeze the pieces back together

But the resistance prevailed

 

Tears cascading from her eyes now~

Growing the lake at the bottom of the ravine

Her mind racing to unearth any remaining hope

Left in this world

 

It has to be here

Somewhere in the souls of those who remain

 

Her last tear fell, as human pain was released from her grip

She wiped her face with her threadbare gown

Looking bleary at the horizon, once again

Then down at her earthen feet

Her head dropped in prayer 

Her knees fell to the rocks 

Her pleas echoed in the darkness

 

She clinched her hands tighter

She spoke the words of love and hope from her crippled heart

She willed hope, peace, love, joy and tenderness

To engulf this weary world

She squeezed her eyes so tight that, even they resisted 

But released one last tear to fall 

 

Her hands clasped her chest 

Her knees cringed from the shards of broken dreams that littered her perch

 

Shivering and fearful of the overwhelming darkness

She slowly opened her eyes

 

Then, there it was 

That tiny shimmer emerging from the peak of a distant mountain

 

She blinked furiously 

She sensed a shift

She felt the resonation from the other angels’ prayers

 

Hope, Light, Unity, Peace 

Was tiny and still very fragile

But it was there

 

She heard the chatters as the angels began to gather

The sounds of cherished resilient spirits

The darkness will begin to lift

The hearts will be begin to open to hope, change and love

Her heart pounded with elation

 

Suddenly, she noticed her wings began to bloom and straighten

Her gown rinsed clean

Her feet no longer muddy

Her hands no longer bruised 

 

Although the chill still engulfed her 

She could begin to feel the warmth

The sun emerging through the clouds, storms and darkness

 

Her prayers and those of her Angel Tribe

Have been heard, held and answered

The Human Spirit will once again begin to shine.

 

Carrie Jordan Myers