How could an angel die,
an angel pure and small,
untainted by our darkness,
unscathed by our fall.
It was so soon to go,
far too soon to leave,
when he hasn’t seen the sky
to spread his feathered wings.
Where must an angel go,
if he must close his eyes,
never to see the morning,
never to see the night.
Perhaps he’d find another sky,
another star to see,
The day he says goodbye
to comfort you and me.
Perhaps an angel may go down,
to make us see his smile,
Before in heaven he begins
to live another life.
In this we hope, in this we pray
that even caterpillars may
become butterflies one day
to spread their wings and fly away!
The above poem is included in Jocelyn Soriano’s book for those who grieve the loss of a loved one “Of Waves and Butterflies: Poems on Grief”. Get it from Amazon today-click here.
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