When angels cry

Your cold sharp edged tears,

Land sadly on my cheek.

Living midnight diamonds,

Beseeching and enchantless.

Your immortal voice,

Crying upon a cherished soul.

I cling to sleep,

So intricate is your plea.

Your infinity has no boundaries,

Mine are deep chasms of limits.

What fate binds us?

So vigorous is your force.

You who are in Paradise,

Honor his design.

Hope seeds in my golden garden of divine,

Illuminating when angels cry.

copyright Es-tee Miller

“I have seen angels shed their tears between life and death and ecstatically felt their angel wings”… Es-tee