On Angel Wings
John Franks, Mundubbera WHEN must I stop the tears I dry with the flag you carry?
Or do I put that flag in the washing machine with some political soap?
It might take the stain from me, but it will never realise that the soap can’t cleanse the pain from my heart.
We rejoice in coming of age of our children, but do you cry for the pain of the loss of others as I do in my late night laments? Life is our passage. Death is the destiny, but the journey is the joy.
As you meet the crossroads, look up and down the left is never right.
When you look skyward you might perchance see a feather fall from an angel.
Find that feather, put it in your hat and when your time comes that feather will take you to the heights of your journey as a wing.