L'ANGE

 

oil on panel,  18in. x 12in.  ±45.7cm. x 30.5cm.

 

 

 

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L'ANGE

 

 

 

When the gales cry out and are by one heart heard

The sufferings intone are by one heart cured

And though we are fawns, fraught with feathers; feathers in days

And feathers in fate

Beneath those feathers, the truth is found and finds its form

A pearl, a stone, a rose, a thorn

Who will it be who hears life's pain?

A sinner, a stranger, a soul unchained?

For if we have not a life to feed; a wish, a wife, a child, a dear in need

Could it not be us to absorb this deed?

Could we not turn our stray to those that bleed?

And could we not dry tears with our own lost greed?

This is the likes of a human, a hero

The distinction between a villain and sparrow

Is it you?

Is it me?

This feather in fate, tossed by wind, way at sea

This feather, the key,

       to whom these feathers so grace to be