Haiku - Soft Rose Thorns

Years of writing prose
All the tears and sweat 

Have come close,
To curdle my soul.

Walking with Angels

Walking hand in hand with Angels.

I feel deeply profane;
and

unworthy.

I wish
(dear God, I wish..)
I knew

exactly,

how,
I could barely suffice,

to partly, nurture their Graces.