Sircharlesthepoet

Poetry by Charles Joseph


Too High

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I’m from the City
where Angels don’t descend to help,
they’re in corners getting higher.

no preaching nor evangelism could convince
heaven will not give them a chance;
heaven is not rolled up in a piece of paper.

when down, bound by fire
grace is lit and smoothly inhaled
they mount five stories, no ladder

no wings
no care that lungs sing,
“Please, Stop!”

so I don’t advise praying.
at least, not to the ones ascending
heaven sends help upon summons
but, you’re better facing your demons



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3 responses to “Too High”

  1. This was beautiful. My mind was moved, just not my heart. 🌸

    1. That’s interesting. “Just not my heart.” What do you mean by that? Tell me more, please!

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