Feet of clay

frost angel
Don’t make friends of angels
The wise one counselled
And I thought he spoke of beings
From the spirit world
And did not pay him heed.
My guardian angel’s
Made of flesh and blood
As human and as real
As me. And so
I treated as a friend
My angel with the feet of clay.
Maybe it was not wise
It surely broke my heart
And how we shall go on
I do not know.

About Rosalie Squires

'Who am I?' is a question whose answer keeps evolving, that can be answered in many, many ways; that has no known answer at all. But there are some clues to be found: stocksharpsquires.wordpress.
This entry was posted in Relationships, Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s