"Touched by An Angel"
We, unaccustomed to courage
exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness
until love leaves its high holy temple
and comes into our sight
to liberate us into life.
Love arrives
and in its train come ecstasies
old memories of pleasure
ancient histories of pain.
Yet if we are bold,
love strikes away the chains of fear
from our souls.
We are weaned from our timidity
In the flush of love's light
we dare be brave
And suddenly we see
that love costs all we are
and will ever be.
Yet it is only love
which sets us free.
exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness
until love leaves its high holy temple
and comes into our sight
to liberate us into life.
Love arrives
and in its train come ecstasies
old memories of pleasure
ancient histories of pain.
Yet if we are bold,
love strikes away the chains of fear
from our souls.
We are weaned from our timidity
In the flush of love's light
we dare be brave
And suddenly we see
that love costs all we are
and will ever be.
Yet it is only love
which sets us free.
I can remember being so anxious waiting for Olivia to finally come into my life physically. I say physically because for the nine months that my sister was pregnant, Olivia was already in our lives, she just wasn't running around reaping havoc yet. For nine long months I tried to imagine what my life would be like with a baby around all the time. I couldn't blast my music throughout the house anymore or I couldn't leave anything on the floor that could hurt the baby. What I didn't notice until now was that I couldn't stay away from Olivia.
"Where's Olivia" would be my first words as I walked into the house everyday because I would miss her small fat face all day at school. I would tell all my friends about my new niece and how beautiful she is. While other kids were talking about their new kicks or their new girl, all I could talk about was Olivia. Olivia, Olivia, Olivia. She made me a different person. I could cause harm or damage to anyone or anything out in the streets, but when I came home to her I couldn't hurt a fly. I wanted to be gentle and at peace like she was.
Love came into my life in the form of a small, curly haired baby and called itself Olivia. I've said it before that Olivia has more of an impact on me than I have on her. This little girl has reached out and grabbed a hold of me by the heart and won't let go. It's like when her pure little fingers wrap around one of mine we are both pure, we are both angels.
Work cited
Work cited
Angelou, Maya. "Touched by angel". Famouspoetsandpoems.com. N.p N.d, Web. 26 October 2014.
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