The Wings of Angels

The Wings of Angels

In life there are a few things which remain

Through Our Creator we know this is true

That while we may try to demean others

The only loser will always be you

We may convince ourselves of victory

And celebrate the defeat

Of tearing down the hearts of others

Some of whom we have yet to meet

We may say they are less than us

Or maybe that we are more

And we may have lots of fame

Money and friends galore

I suppose it just depends

On how we measure our wealth

I mean is it weighed by our check book

Or by our spiritual health

One day we must realize

Sooner or later we must admit

That true worth is not counting

The diamonds on our wrist

You cannot purchase value

And what’s valuable cannot be bought

Greatness can only be achieved

When the divine truth is sought

And seek it I implore you

Know that in which you sow

Will not produce fruit in His garden

Vanity isn’t supposed to grow

I understand your struggle

I know it can seem you’ve won

But like Icarus and his fake wings

You will never rise up to the sun

It’s sad...you’ve been done a disservice

We told you that fame is great

But the price of fame will only

Keep you outside of the Holy Gates

When we look down upon others

As if we created anything at all

Just like the mighty giants

We have so much further to fall

Find a way to love your brothers

And give that which is not yours

And be not amazed when God

Opens closed windows and doors

In closing I will add this

A truth I hope you never deny

Anytime you try to clip the wings of angels

It is you who will fail to fly