On An­gel Wings

Central and North Burnett Times - - VOICE OF THE BURNETT -

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.

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