Talking
with an Angel
I met a new
born, an angel
The conversation
flowed
As conversations
can
Twisting &
turning
But then
it ebbed & I misstepped
Immediately recoiling
at my forgotten demon revealed
It happened
quite by accident & I wept
The child
counselled me
“Fear not my
man
I too know
light & darkness, as life contains both
I found the
conversation reassuring
For I too am
made of the same stuff”
Published
& Copyright Malachi Doyle 2024.
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