(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014 / )

Touched By An Angel

We, unaccustomed to courage
exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness
until love leaves its high holy temple
and comes into our sight
to liberate us into life.

Love arrives
and in its train come ecstasies
old memories of pleasure
ancient histories of pain.
Yet if we are bold,
love strikes away the chains of fear
from our souls.

We are weaned from our timidity
In the flush of love's light
we dare be brave
And suddenly we see
that love costs all we are
and will ever be.
Yet it is only love
which sets us free.

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Wonderful, heartfelt poem that not only explores the theme of love, but also the Afro - American experience.
Love arrives and in its train come ecstasies old memories of pleasure ancient histories of pain..../// excellent and great expression; love this....///
Yet it is only love which sets us free.... yes indeed, so well said
A brilliantly insightful poem.
Trite stuff. Who votes for this old tosh?
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