Some Say the Angels Carry


Some say the angels carry

The scent of fragrant roses

As they tred so lightly

While unaware reposes

One who bows to pray

For souls now gone to sleep

In rooms for weeping children

Where sacred whispers meet


As flickering candles splay

Their light upon the walls

All shadows of dismay

Within those hallowed halls

Are bound by words of praise

Chanted by the faithful

While in their apprehension

They knew their Lord was able


The scent of roses linger

Long after they have gone

So silently to carry

Each prayer relied upon

To realms between the here

And after that we know

Somewhere in between

Where fragrant roses grow

Beside a gate of pearl

And road inlaid with gold

The angels’ wings unfurl

Before the King of old


©Kay Salady







About Kay Salady

I write about the greatest force on earth that, I believe, lives on forever and surpasses all else. "All your poems read like I am watching an artist use words instead of colours full of feeling." ~Anon.

Posted on June 18, 2012, in poetry and tagged , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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