Angels Come and Guide This Pen

Please Angels Come and Guide this Pen


Please Angels comes and guide this pen, and help me write these sentences
At this instance it’s a struggle when I hear the news that’s happening
My mind is strained and can’t conceive that the heathen voices are believed
Thus relieve my torment lead my focused intent toward a forward scene

Please Angels move my fingers free, for sight and sound absurdities
Have flanked my voice in unity and try to drown me in uncertainties
But certainly, your majesty my mind can be controlled by thee
So unite mine eye with hand and pen and when I’m open be released

So flow your grace and majesty into this song of passion
And think not of the dark clouds wrought by godheads clashing
I know that true the spirit calls and with that lift I my finger
To give, to live, to love, to have naught but that which I did bring here

Not to linger, but to travel many light years gifted and free
Shedding anger and frustration of my making, lifting me
Above my body pulling language from formula unknown
Intermingling intuition with words direct from Angels tongues.



Fall 2008