Angel Songs to Eve

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Hidden in clouds adrift

On whisper's floating skies,

Voices shining melodic

Beckon the still, "Arise".


Echoes rumble sweetness,

Swelling joy, now sung,

Songs last beyond with meekness,

Melt hearts through decades long.


With messages of hope,

Serenading they bring

Choirs of light, draped in white.

Hear heavenly angels sing:


"We sing our angel praises

To thee, most holy one

Who walks alone, held by man,

Held by moon, held by Son."


"Thou art chosen divine

To begin life's ticking clock hands,

To bring forth all mankind,

Swaddling fate in thy holy hands."


"For Eden's fruits are thine

To tend, to even swift partake,

To teach, tutored by time."

"But beware! Dare not forsake


Fate's roles and destinies

As men rise, as men fall.

As women wait within pain's test

For babes born to be torn for all." 


~P.S. Colley~


 

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  1. PS ColleyAugust 15, 2025 at 9:17 AM

    This poem is a part of an epic poem, Adam's Eve, that describes Eve's tutorage by angels while in the Garden of Eden

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