The descendants have left
and truth lit the room
Angels congregate
they listen and swoon
The eons of visits
blessed upon
this moon
harkens a call
of sirens in tune
No fear, no harm
they sing with praise-
‘O love and light
Bring Peace unto you!
And you, and you, and you!
Shine ye bright
a shooting light
from here to there
to near and far,
From heavenly star
to,
heavenly star!
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
Photo by Annalisa Bellini on Unsplash
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