Thursday, April 12, 2007

Tears From Angels By Stacy C.

I look out the window
and see drops of rain,
that are tears from the angels.
They look down from their shining clouds
to weep for the brutality of humanity
and they dry their tears with the glow
of the sun, who smiles and shines on them with hope. But
at the same time,
a light that blinds the way ahead.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Stacy, I loved this poem. I thought the idea behind this poem was fabulous. Angels crying for our hatred and shortcomings was such a powerful image. Then when the rain dies down and the sun comes out we are given a second chance. Often times we take this second chance for granted. Which explains why the sun often blinds us and impairs our judgement. Everytime I watch a rain storm come and pass I will think of your inspirational poem.

Anonymous said...

Amazing poem. I love the personification you used. It also had a smooth read from each line. Your poem reminded me of what my grandmother says each time it rains. Ever since I was a little girl, she told me that rain drops were tears from angels. I was surprised when I read your poem because it really captured what I have been told for so long. You had great imagery too. I could imagine everything in my head. Great job Stacy.

Anonymous said...

This was truly a great poem.
I felt such sad feelings upon reading it. The idea of the weeping angels, it was strong. I don't know why, but I've always been intrigued by stuff like that and I really enjoyed what you did with it in this poem.
The imagery, was...just immense. There are so many pictures one can imagine. You did a great job.