Angels Shower 
Angels shower
Love upon us
Undeserved
for Love is free
Trees they tower
truth above us
Undisturbed
for truth can be
A strong power
deep within us
Unreserved
for deep are we
Fear devours
all about us
Unhindered
it kills the trees
And soon we cower
and people fuss
Unobserved
this Love could be
So on this hour
each one of us
Uncovered
we all must see
The blooming flower
Love within us
We are Love
and I am me
© 2009
image credit here
The poem is beautiful.
I like the way you have structured it – the way it draws my eyes to where I need to pause and reflect.
I appreciate that…
To me the most important words…
“We are Love
and I am me”
Too often we lose sight of our own individuality when we ‘love’ and whatever power(s) that may be created all of us as unique pieces of a greater whole – meant to share what it is that is so very special about us with others for the higher good of all.
Preachy?
Ya – but I was inspired by your angels Mr. D.
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*feeds tiny little angel girl*
That poor girl will need more than a pop to fill her up Mr. Dakasky.
*makes her some soup and a decent sandwich*
There – that’s better.
*smile*
M.L.
Thanks M.L.! We are love. All of us, as one! We are all interconnected, or “interbeing” as Thich Nhat Hanh calls it. hee hee. Ok. I made her a roast beef sandwich with gazpacho soup.
Oh thank you dear – my tummy was hurting just looking at the little girl.
Thin is okay but that poor wee thing really needed a good feed (and something for her wee bony bum to sit on as well – that concrete lump must be very hard and cold)
*grin*
Yes – I am bitching…
It’s the Mommy in me – ignore.
M.L.
i loved the images and the movement in this, and echo wwns’s applause for the message
but i confess your angel did make me feel a bit on the heavy side. she can have my sandwich if you’re passing them out all around
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Hmmmm. Now I am wondering if I need to find another image to go with this one. I just liked how kinda sad and lonely the angel looked. But perhaps you are right. I’ll think about it. Maybe there is a better angel image. Surely there is.
Anyone else vote for changing? Or link me to another angel here.
oh no oh no i vote NO to chasing her off down the street. sad and lonely, yes, and with such an aching touch to her body language and expression that would be difficult to match up so well with your words by any plump jolly cherub or any other replacement
and that cold hard slab of concrete she’s parked her bony behind on, that only adds sensuous vibes reverbing back – go hunting for any different image, and you’re going to need to pick up your trees and devouring fear as well as this sharp setting does
and the soda bottle? perfect, simply perfect
fits to your poem about as good as her jeans must. please keep her
No dear – she is a pretty and sweet girl.
I just find myself wanting to know more about her…
Does ‘she’ have a story?
Will you write one for us?
I think I would like that – if you would Mr. Dakasky?
M.L.
Such pretty words together sharing meaning. Powerful meaning. Thank you for sharing.
I read this particular poem a couple of times and wow… well structured, and love the imagery. Well done!