Saga Of An Angel

Satan, down below
Is calling me out.
He wants a fight
And I have one for him.
He wants me to do his bidding,
To sin and let my wings go.
But no.
I want to fly,
I want my dreams,
I want my fantasies.
But he keeps calling.
Day and night.
Night and day.
I will not give up.
I will not give in.
For if I do,
I have sinned
And lost my wings
And my place in the sky
.....
....
...
As God's graceful watching eye

G'day and welcome, Orion Mardi, and thanks so much for coming to be among us, and for sharing this your first poem with us; I like it very much, and am honored to have you with us.

It is always gratifying to receive such a fascinating new member. Please know we honestly and sincerely appreciate and value you, and are glad you have come. Cool pic, by the way!

Make yourself at home. You are among friends here.

Respect and solidarity,

+Stevie

I will make myself at home!
Thanks!

I've been reading this poem again, and I find it to be very hopeful and encouraging; it has a healing quality to it which draws me.

As you were in a flowing mood when you wrote it, so you put me in a flowing mood when I read it. I have been thinking about this transmission of emotion, this spiritual circuit of sharing which we effect as poets; I think we are unaware of it almost always, and yet it is demonstrably and palpably present: from writer to reader to writer again. I can see why we have poetry websites!

When I said "g'day" earlier, I had just been speaking with my Ozzie cousin; I don't quite say that natively, but it was in his honor. In any case, g'day.

And, while we're at it, cheers,

+Stevie

G day and cheers back!