The Crystal Lady

The Poet's Corner

Lost Wings
By Joan Estelle High
©4-4-2005

I think I used to be an Angel and lived with God on high.
I lived in the "Land of Joy" where sunshine did abound.
But now when I flap my wings, no matter how hard I try.
I can not seem to find my wings, not get up off the ground.

I don't even know why I lost my wings or where they came off.
But I do wish I could find some wings, so I could fly aloft.
It is rather nice down here on Earth, especially in the Springs.
But I would gladly give all this up, if I could find my wings.

I met some lovely people while here, I am so happy that I came.
But I want to go back home again, there's a cloud that has my name.
The streets up there are paved with gold and fountains sweet and clear.
It hardly ever seems to rain yet the flowers still abundantly appear.

All the animals are friendly there and there is nothing  for you to dread.
Everybody laughs a lot, joy is in the air, and a soft pillow for my  head
The schools  are free, and everyone is welcome to sit at the master's feet.
You don't need any money, everything is free and so are things to eat.

So if you find an extra pair of wings, please send them quickly to me.
Mine were snowy white, edged with gold and soft as they could be.
Once I get back home, the first thing I will do is to save a place for you.
Then we can put the order in and get you a set of angel wings too.



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