Angel biscuits


Oh ladle our world with pails of Peace

as soft as angel biscuits

floating 

on fluttery napkins

as we fly in this picnic basket

above silky skies

to our special spot…

the spot where heaven grows white picket fences

next to marmalade trees

and all lost children

find their way

home 

to their very own spot around the family table,

where pails of peace are poured like honey

and everyone

has enough

to eat

6 comments

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s