Revelation

An angel with a wounded wing
And drops of blood
Can be a fraction of image,
Delved into a pulsatile light,
Having a duality that absorbs everything.
The pain of that angel
Is inside of me.
I can feel it
As a touch.

The light of a burning candle
And the drops of its wax
Keep the angel's incurable sadness.
His sadness is a dropp of love.

I see this angel
And I abandon my words.
I keep them enclosed in ideas
For ascesis.
I abandon my ideas and I keep them
Enclosed in my prayers
For ascesis.
I abandon my feelings
And I keep them in my soul
They are my feelings of love..
I see the wing bleeding,
I love my angel of light,
I feel the light,
That absorbs the darkness....
I'm in absorption...

poem by Marieta Maglas
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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