Angel

The ground did say an offense 
to an Angel, to the sky 
She began to turn away, if she had, 
he knew he would die 
The crude word of the ground far beneath 
her beautiful stare 
Overstepped his bounds 
and began to lose her care 
A cry of loss, the ground calls 
to the immortal sky 
Slowly, the sky turned to where 
the ground did lie 
Heard the pleas to stay 
to hear a reason why 
The ground had made 
such a horrible cry 
As the Angel listened 
and began to sway 
The ground had to wonder 
about her magnifiscent ways 
The forgiveness that the ground 
had despairingly sought 
Was given by the Angel, 
and will not be forgot.... 


Christopher E. Geddings