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Abandoned light still shines Wounded in battle of

Abandoned light still shines

Wounded in battle of life,
Half dead in a dark trench,
Abandoned, alone in agony,
Dust, ashes, fire all around. 

Madonna the Nightangle visited, 
Cleaned, dressed many a wounded,
Her tender soothing touch,
Her prayers, feelings, magic in itself. 

She moved with a light in her hand,
Light of caring, the bruised  ones, 
"Saint of gutters", she was called,
Abandoned light still shines.

Glimmer of Hope in darkness of abyss,
Burning in cave of Heart,
In search of another Madonna, 
Abandoned light awaits loving hands.

    #light #love #compassion #nightangle
Abandoned light still shines

Wounded in battle of life,
Half dead in a dark trench,
Abandoned, alone in agony,
Dust, ashes, fire all around. 

Madonna the Nightangle visited, 
Cleaned, dressed many a wounded,
Her tender soothing touch,
Her prayers, feelings, magic in itself. 

She moved with a light in her hand,
Light of caring, the bruised  ones, 
"Saint of gutters", she was called,
Abandoned light still shines.

Glimmer of Hope in darkness of abyss,
Burning in cave of Heart,
In search of another Madonna, 
Abandoned light awaits loving hands.

    #light #love #compassion #nightangle