Fallen Angels
By Charisse Cecil
Response
Visions
By Lizzie Parker
Inspiration piece
I have never seen a saint
Or been in the presence of angels
Though, I hear that they are both all around.
But I have borne witness to
Halos dimming in daylight
And have begged for them to cast out the darkness.
I have swept up feathers that littered decades
And watched wings too weak to fly
Force others onto bended knees.
I have caught sight of bread being gifted,
Sandwiching shame and obligation,
And have forfeited good tidings
Just to dodge the hands that carried them.
And I have reached out for rescue
Toward countless cowards
And observed fearless defenses of well-stocked closets.
I have never seen a saint
Or been in the presence of angels
Though, I hear that they are both all around.
But I have walked amongst too many men
And stood alongside too many women
To even believe that such beings exist.