Arturo the Angel
ARTURO THE ANGEL
As it happens, it did not stop there . . .
It took “Arturo the Angel” a while, to ponder on his pen
As time spent for each blessed word on him to descend
Sent from a higher plateau to Arturo it would transcend
Wrote to parchment, so we could read and comprehend
Each spiritual word carefully chosen to rest upon hearts
With each chosen word exuding with it message it parts
There can be love here as hate is surely a negative thing
As pleasures of nature are explained to sensations bring
To each flower that opens, as to each bringer of new life
And so to “Arturo the Angel” with it, his pen doeth write
Leaving one enlightened to wonder on it, a God-given art
Expressed from nothing more than, Arturo’s loving heart
Communicated amongst us as Arturo continues to relate
No room for negativity whilst words do sit upon his plate
God chose his Angel well, forever, for that we can be sure
His pen steeped in love until it cannot write to us no more
Indiana Shaw . . .
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