A Poem by Denny E. Marshall

The Angel’s Hand
I felt the slight touch of the angel’s hand
While lonely and lost in a pitch-black night
Adrift in the dark with no guiding light
Then wings beat like heartbeats across the land

Life is a windstorm blowing in the sand
It can be hard to walk or even stand
Answers can be barren, not always right
While lonely and lost in a pitch-black night

The journey can seem hard to understand
Mystify the signals hidden from sight
Echoes of power without showing might
Steer towards a light making no demands
I felt the slight touch of the angel’s hand




Denny E. Marshall has had poetry recently published and rejected.