Vorochta 5

Posted By yumado on January 28, 2010

On top of the highest peak in the park,

I sit here, poised and observant.

Staring from afar, I detect every action.

I watch and take note of all that goes on,

Rarely, do I take part.

I am a little more candid now than before.

A gentle wind and soft foot steps behind me,

I turn around and see an angel.

He looks at me lovingly and asks,

“Why do you insist on judging those below you?”

I look up at the sky and then at the angel and reply,

“It is a trait I share with my maker.”

He disappears as I turn my back,

Leaving a white rose where he stood.

Category: Literary Works, Yurij Dobriansky
Tags: 1737, angel, barachiel, central park, God, judging, Judging Me Judging You, magic marker, maker, maker's mark, mark, nyc, outfield, park, seraph, white rose