Set Apart

What if an angel is all that you were made to be

A guardian with no human arms in the ever of time to guard you

A servant among an army of servants, hosting the faint and heartsick

A consecrated one, bringing stranded souls back together

What if God’s breath is the all you were made to be


What when all you allowed to stifle you


Turns tail

And walks away with the stench of fraud hanging from its defeated bones

Might you then heave and gasp for the first time since your youth 


You will

When what all you allowed saves you