When Stone Angels Cry
By Kat Kerns
Sitting in the rain watching stone angels cry
Are they crying for humanity and the way that we all die?
So many lay broken, wings shattered on the ground
Is my angel here, somewhere waiting to be found?
If I find her, will she cry for me?
Hold me tight and say itll be all right?
Or is she broken and shattered too, hoping I can tell her what to do
To save us all.
Has she lost her hope along side her wings
can simple belief help repair all things?
Is love enough
or just another lie to keep us quiet as we wait to die?
Perhaps they cry for our loss of faith those blessed amongst the human race.
We cry out for angels, yet instead all take our demons with us to bed.
Mistaking lust for love and death for life, we take our anger and hatred to wife.
Jealousy and rage seem to be all we know
always refusing to let things go.
Yet through the rain
a flash of white and I suddenly know things will be alright.
There is still hope that we may learn to love each other before we burn.
She waits for me near an empty grave to show me that hope can yet be saved.
So to all of those who say hope is dead with a heavy stone placed above its head.
I say not yet
Ive seen the empty grave.