Hear the Cries of Angles

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

It is the awakening of shadows long dormant and hidden, roaming the night in search of minds, souls and hearts too weak to hear or feel the rumblings of the approaching harvesters and ravagers of dreams and of fantasies that once fueled the imagination and the passion of the human spirit.

HEAR THE CRIES OF ANGELS

By Al Garcia

It is the awakening of shadows long dormant and hidden, roaming the night in search of minds, souls and hearts too weak to hear or feel the rumblings of the approaching harvesters and ravagers of dreams and of fantasies that once fueled the imagination and the passion of the human spirit.

Listen, and hear the cries of angels as the heavens beckons the fragile souls that gather at the pearly gates that open unto the gateway of forever.  Feel the allure that embraces the boundless seas of time and space.  Feel the gossamer wings that lift the spirit to heights beyond the stars that light the night.  Feel the unrestrained abandon of vanity and arrogance that detaches from the discarded soul. 

A gasp for air and a cry in the dawning of day begins the journey across the bridge that leads to a thousand places and beyond.  A rasp or wheeze for air and a whimper in the shadows of the night completes the crossing of the bridge that ends the journey and begins the miracle.

Hear the cries of angels.  They cry not to grieve, but to rejoice the completion of the journey through the valleys filled with obstacles and temptations of every type and kind.  The human heart enticeable.  The mortal spirit easily persuadable.  The soul impenetrable by traps and decoys devised by the hearts and spirits of ordinary men.  The heart and spirit delimited by the arrogant human mind, the soul invulnerable -- the soul the unduplicatable and inaccessible key to heaven’s gate. 

It is the awakening of shadows long dormant and hidden that rouse the soul to hear the cries of angels in the night.  Weep not for the silence and the emptiness to be endured, for the journey of the soul begins anew, once the key is turned, and the gate swings open to let the light shine in. 


Submitted: May 24, 2021

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