The Angel Sun

Photo by Susan K. Hagen–shagen@bsc.edu
The Angel Sun
     (Granddaughter once said 
                       sun must be an angel)

This morning 
from my window view
you look different,
like a little girl
hiding something 
she had done wrong.

Oh, I know.
You shined on the devil
with red hand
under the dark wings,
your warmth of pureness
touching it
as you do 
on the children shivering
on the rubbles of the war.

You wished you drowned in 
the lake but you let your shadow did,
for you must rise again,
like all the saints do.

©Byung A. Fallgren
 
 

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