Jeremy Bressler Poetry

Look high, look low, but you may never know that Angels are all around, you may not see them nor feel them, but faith leads us to believe that they are real, for we feed on that piercing electrification that will energize our eyes and send a chill down our spine that intensifies the sensation inside our mind, and lets us glow from head to toe, even though it makes you want to shout out loud describing the way you feel inside, that at this moment in time, you cannot hide your pride over the fact that they are here for you to help you shine through this difficult time, although they may never show their face nor their hand, as you take a stand you’ll understand that their embrace is grace for they are here on the Lords’ command, sent to take you by the hand, where their might of touch can turn sorrow into a powerful tomorrow, Fear need not be for peace and tranquility comes free through serenity, a joy from within lets us see that no matter how bad life can be, even when pain and misery are present company, the gift of love from above is given from the risen one, For He is the only one that cared enough to send his son, since time cannot be won, judgment day will come, until that moment life carries on, because this is possible through timely and thorough devotion, for we read this is where Angels showcase their emotion to our devotion, which leads us to seek help in our lively adventure, it is human nature to ask how, when, and why until the day we die, While offering help to someone in need is up for discussion, and where the thought of entertaining a stranger brings us to question our intention, as the voice inside our head says…should we stay or should we go, For we know no notion of what is in motion, we would love the ability to see the reaction of the Angels that rejoice in all creation, for the illumination that would be over all the nations would point us in the right direction, where as they bring light into action, the glory of a heavenly creature stirs up the night and strikes up a light that burns bright to fright off all evil, for we will not fight the world alone, as we cannot weasel out of what must be done, leaving no stone unturned no work undone, As we turn our heads to the sun to ask questions of lessons learned, through the pain of the burn and emotions torn, we mourn no more as we read that Angels have an interest in all that we have done, as an expression of love we prepare to share the thought of a blessed being, which is done with reasoning and without doubt, seeing how they can care for all is where we bare our true emotion, knowing one day we will all be in the heavenly nation, that no matter how hard we try, we all cry, because there is never a dry eye when Angels are nearby.

Poet: Jeremy Bressler