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(This is a photo taken of me by my father, Walter W. Smith, Sr. circa 1964 or 1965)
Through Angel Eyes
©2017, Olan L. Smith
He existed visionless, careless, imageless,
In a darkness hoping to find his way;
He was sightless, in an unfathomable realm.
He was a person, who by night or day
Lived without dreams, devoid of musings,
Of angel visits, shared insight, or a channeled pace.
He was a man out of step, one who finds a way near journey's end.
Now, he possesses prophecy, his care is limitless, he exists
In an ether of pure consciousness, and he knows the way
Walking with a myriad of minds who sense coherence
In boundless realms; he sees province through angel eyes,
And with the sure footing of a master he finds the finish.
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(This photo belongs to me, and it was taken by a friend of the family, the late Dan Moran)
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Poems from the Quill, by Olan L. Smith
Poetry"Poems from the Quill" is where I place current works that don't fall into other collections. It is here you will find obscure poems that range from constraint to free-verse. I began this collection as a contest entry, years ago, for what was then t...
