For some reason today, a poem I wrote in tenth grade was going through my head. It is not a poem of much ingenius craft or language(or even theology for that matter), but it is one that was written in a very heart felt manner as I observed a friend going through various problems and then took on knew meaning when I went through some similar issues some time later. It is entitled “Fallen Angel” simply because I could not think of any other, more clever title! Anyways, because I have nothing more interesting to write about tonight, I feel led to share this poem so here it is:
Fallen Angel you flew from right,
Away to court the fancies of life
That bribed, bargained, pleaded and then,
Succeeded in striking you spiritually dead.
One day, wings tattered, broken and frayed,
Fallen of the fallen, now wounded you lay
And up to the sky you looked in pleading,
Where was the help you were seeking?
From the heavens it came and there you were risen,
Back to a place where all is forgiven
By the one who understands the frailty of
A Fallen Angel.