“fallen”
All dressed in white
Sacred words of perfection and adoration
Lifted up from broken pieces, held together by sovereign security
Raised high in the sky
Praised for her rarity
Bright stars circled her crown
Air under her feet
Lulled deep into a sumptuous slumber
A little dust, a little dirt
A tear in her skirt
Awakening from the seventh heaven
Swirling coronas of confusion crashing down
A stumble, a fall
White turned to brown
A torn, dirty gown
fallen down to the ground
…
perfection gone
Ken Cowle would love this one!!! You should listen in on Tuesday nights to his radio show on Whistle Radio. I will share the link with you!!! Listen on line! He features poets and singers every week and is quite the poet himself. I LOVE this one, so very beautiful!!!!
Thanks Carol! Email me the link and we can catch up!