By Tony DeLorger © 2013
Drawn to light by giving hearts,
loving care and selfless arts,
I ponder how I get so lost,
when lights surround my meager lots.
When hope seems gone and dreams despair,
and plans profound of change aware,
all I see is vivid light,
in the loving arms of angels might.
The paltry sins of life's misgivings,
a shallow plight of doubt and living,
brings me to my own undoing,
a lesson learned and faith imbuing.
Alone it seems in mortal skin,
but souls of worth do follow sin,
to lift a mind to glory find,
and freedom take in space and time.
Blessed be the angels fair,
who bleed for truth midst despair,
and still give all for love and kind,
with nothing more than a giving mind.
It is selfless acts that make a heart so pure,
regardless of life's play, allure,
and in giving free the greatest gift,
a soul in growth is set adrift.
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