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Angel of Peace - Aberjhani

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"Angel of Peace" by Aberjhani has been described as poem number 5 in the author's "Songs of the Angelic Gaze" series and was published in the book THE RIVER OF WINGED DREAMS. Some of the text in this video is the same as it appears in the original poem but some sections are arranged differently to accommodate the frame and image. Below is how it appears in the book.

"Angel of Peace"

Such are these places
where lovers of bliss behold
the angel of peace:

Above the burning,
and below the cold of all
the sad killing fields;

Where poetry sighs,
smiling magic in the lap
of flesh and blood joy;

Upon the shoulders
of elders carved beautiful
by sage artistry;

Where a starbright gown
trails healing through gardens of
eternity's laughter;

In the arms of dreams
that shepherd hope through the eyes
of praying children;

Under waterfalls
bristling silk storms from the shores
of my skin to yours;

In the taste of a woman
glowing firemilk through
the tips of her breasts;

Afloat on rhythms
of minds too stoned on love to
recall how bombs work;

At the edge of a
man's kiss casting holy spells
of sweet compassion;

Inside the beauty
of faith's unburied treasure
sparkling truth and hope;

Beneath trees of song
heavy with angelic light,
evergreen with strength;

Upon the wings of
nightingales trilling comfort
to embattled grace;

In your heart's whisper,
soft as love, that truly all
is well with your soul.

by Aberjhani
© Aug 2011
from THE RIVER OF WINGED DREAMS

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