The Ladders Angel

  I found myself, once again, clutching a rung of Jacobs ladder

 contemplating my choices and other rathers

 And here the past spread out before me

 the future, only a glimpse from the rung above that I could see

 And there below me spoke an angel in all its glory

 "Hello again poor Man, its been a wonderful story"

 I laughed out loud the way only joy can

 and wondered if this being I loved misunderstood the god given gifts of man

For pity the angel, not scorn,

who will never find death and be reborn

or the demon who drowns in his own lust

never a breath of calm to fill it's withered soul gone to dust

We will each, the angel and I,  admire the beautiful rose

but it is I that finds the gift of the roses' scent in my nose

The angel will be what it be for an eternity

while I for an eternity, live and die but choose each time what I will be

And if we throw ourselves into the sea

It is I that will  feel the cold cloak of its squeeze on me

While the angel remains stout and strong

The physical senses you see, to it just do not belong

Tell me sweet angel

What know you of hate and rage or envy at your table

While I have swam in their fires

My soul taught the measure of their power untired

We see the sun you and I, its beauty undefined

Unlike you, I feel its heat, the warmth great and kind

We see my child born and grow

I feel her heart beat, her breath on my brow

And so you see my magnificent creature

We have gifts each with different features

Yours like the large decorative box void, but ribboned and bowed

Mine perhaps damaged and torn, but full with a heart of gold

Poor Angel of mine so dear

To make it real and so clear

of all my sorrows and joys, I wish I could gift you a small portion of each

and show you why I have come again, the rung in my reach

Gunner ©