Barbara Franken at Me, My Magnificent Self, has issued a challenge, This is a follow up to a challenge two years ago where we were invited to write about our awakening experiences. Barbara created an e-book from the posts, and ask for an update. Thank you Barbara.
Guarded by an Angel mild:
Witless woe was ne’er beguiled!
And I wept both night and day,
And he wiped my tears away;
And I wept both day and night,
And hid from him my heart’s delight.
So he took his wings, and fled;
Then the morn blushed rosy red.
I dried my tears, and armed my fears
With ten-thousand shields and spears.
Soon my Angel came again;
I was armed, he came in vain;
For the time of youth was fled,
And grey hairs were on my head.
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