Little Black Angel

 I had travelled ancient lands,
countenance as dark as night,
you could never understand,
how my soul shone pure, white light.

I was young when I first learned,
the World is bathed in boiling violence,
many play with fire, burn,
so their dreams decay in silence.

One day a child sat near me,
beneath the midday sun's bright rays,
and spoke of hidden mysteries,
then looking at the birds did say:

"All that was and all that lives,
are not defined by shape or form,
but by their life, and what they give.
From the moment we are born,

we exist in time and space,
for but the twinkling of an eye.
No sooner have we touched the face,
of Earth, or sat beneath the sky,

at night to watch the stars above,
than everything that we enjoyed,
all we cherished, all we loved,
is by some greater force destroyed.

We have but a little while,
in the sun, yet many a life finished,
before it had begun, so smile,
your riches won't diminish.

Pure water springs from deep within,
the Heart, freely bestowed,
so quench your thirst, this sacred spring,
will help your soul and body grow.

When all have seen the face of fear,
then all will hear the inner voice,
of conscience singing loud and clear,
to turn away's a choice,

would you shade your fellow man,
if the flames of hellfire spat,
burning heat to greet the stand,
they took, or not look back?

While you walk away from them,
to hide behind your walls.
On each other we depend
and everything could fall,

If we unweaved the tapestry,
which binds and holds us all."


~MStJ