She Speaks To Angels
She sips from chalice,
words to spill for Seasons
where love visits
and pain never prevails.
Humble of heart,
with offer of solace,
she reaches
into endless skies
of compassion’s caress
to heal an aching soul
with breath of poetry
beckoning a sigh
to show she was here
bringing light to the listless.
I met “Riverside Louis”
but, she showed me his halo.
©poet2angels http://allpoetry.com/poem/2984844
for Carol (shewolfnative)
a wonderful poet and friend…
I first met her soul when she entered a contest with a poem called “Riverside Louis Never misses a Funeral”
It is not often that a poem touches one so deeply that almost 2 years later, you still remember it’s name…
? Thank you, Carol!
Lynda