will she be drunk again tonight?

Night school was not the same again,
Since an angel came to class.
So is my destiny,
But…will she be drunk again tonight?

Of hard liquor to stupor
She blabs of words too deep to bear.

Of ‘Life and After’ She rain wise counsel.
Of the lost sheep she rekindles hope,
Upon the earth and roof of a baleful soul of mine.

I thought I saw tears take me over,
Her voice, low but in sweet estate
Bid me to the Good shepherd.

For miracle or mystery, I cannot tell,
But of seraphic melodie
I heed the drunkard’s call
To live beyond carnality,
And seek the Son of God.

And so with my rural pen,
i lift my eyes to the hills
I stained the water clear to ink
Of my verse, that my seed
May read and live forever,
And i to the image of the master.

Of My beautiful angel…Will she be drunk always?
I can not tell,but i can tell she's Heaven sent.
That Heaven may rejoice over many more lost sons.

I tot of u,now & always
Inspired by wandering
08’08