Wise One

An angel lives within my dreams,
protects me from all inner screams.
shines his bright light on tricks or schemes,
grateful to have him on my team.

He has no wings but pushes starts,
guards minds and soul, tugs open hearts.
Designs life’s scenes, then plays his part.
touches the sky to paint fine art.

Controls the minutes in each clock,
his powers can destroys strong blocks.
Effortlessly, removes all locks,
clears away thoughts ingrained in flocks.

Allows divine love to disperse,
bliss heals dark wounds so joy can burst,
Paints a true smile by smiling first,
sincere intentions, quenches thirsts.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Written for FFFC #206 hosted by Fandango

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  1. The start itself is soo pleasant n clement to read dear Grace loved it.
    An angel lives within my dreams,
    protects me from all inner screams.πŸ‘ŒπŸ‘Œβ£

  2. This is just beautiful, Grace. I love the vivid descriptions and rhythm of your poem. My favourite two lines are ‘Designs life’s scenes, then plays his part.
    touches the sky to paint fine art.’ I can see so clearly the painting being formed on the sky. Love it. Xx πŸ₯°πŸ’ž

  3. You are an angel Grace so I’m glad you have one too! Such wonderful words and such a gift in your poem. What a gift to have your talent in writing as a halo of light! πŸ˜‡πŸ’žπŸ’—

  4. β€œbliss heals dark wounds so joy can burst,” – that line is just fantastic. Amazing piece, dear Grace. One cannot help but feel touched after reading your superb words πŸ€πŸ€—

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