The Weeping Angel

I plant the seeds

I saw the Angel at the grave she was weeping tears. The weight of all the grief she had seen, years of pain and fears.

It hurt me to see the angel so, such a burden she had to carry. The hate  and betrayal all around I wondered why she should tarry.

Her tears were real I touched them so I know. I wondered what on earth had made this lacrimo flow.

She told me all that she had seen and places she had been. The trenches of Ypres, concentration camps and bloody fields at Waterloo  she had held dying men and abused women and children too.

The world is not improving even after all that she had tried .To guide and help and educate us toward peace and love . It was always pushed aside.

She asked me for my help, I was indeed surprised. I am a mere mortal who has sinned and lost all pride. Reaching out a hand to me , she touched my chilled skin. To my great surprise she was warm that set me wondering.

How could marble feel like flesh, my heart began to pound I looked into her blue eyes another wonder there I found. As well as tears I saw great great knowledge gained from living life too long, not the type we learn from  college.

She offered me a bag of seeds the like I had never seen she begged plant them where I stood among this grass so green. I asked her what the seeds were that she asked I plant upon this slope. She looked at me with pleading eyes and whispered they are the seeds of hope!

I was holding in my hands the hope for all the world, it was a terrifying thought so around them, to keep them safe, my fingers gently curled .

Plant them please, plant them now and make to me one vow. Tend these most important seeds, watch them as they grow. I felt the weight of the world on my shoulders as those tiny seeds I then did sow.

The angel sighed so gently I nearly didn’t hear. She smiled at me and touched my face and told me not to fear. She looked so very tired,  she looked so very old. Then suddenly with no fuss she once again was made of marble cold.

12 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. penpusherpen
    Oct 27, 2011 @ 14:33:42

    I love the thought of Seeds of Hope being planted Willow, for I feel we do need them. So much pain in the World, it makes you wonder where it all goes, maybe it’s all soaked up and nurtured… and returned into the World as caring and sharing.. I do ‘hope’ so.. with all my heart… Lovely poetic tale my friend. The Angel picked a good person to sow the seeds. xPenx


  2. zumpoems
    Oct 27, 2011 @ 15:27:12

    This is such a wonderful story. You and zendictive are two of my favorite story-tellers. This was riveting and very thoughtful and reflective. Very good storyline! So glad that you started this blog. You have such amazing potential — so much natural ability, I think, and just a matter of getting more experience with the mechanics of writing through writing these wonderful posts!


  3. Vampire Weather
    Oct 27, 2011 @ 16:15:36

    Wow. This is truly a classic. The scale of the thought in this poem is staggering…humanity, death, suffering, spirituality, divine intervention, human good, hope…your vision is touching and so grand that it requires a second and perhaps more reading. There is a quiet maturity in this piece that speaks of things within the reach of each of us. The idea of a living statue, seeds of hope, and an implied responsibility placed, not just on humanity, but a responsibility you choose to accept personally–it’s all very lovely and thought provoking. Excellent my friend. You have so much talent


    • willowdot21
      Oct 27, 2011 @ 17:55:30

      Thank you VW as you know this is one of my pet causes, but I will have to go some to make a change in this world. I am so pleased that you see it for what it is . It is always good when some one reads the poem and understand it. XX


  4. jillnottelten
    Oct 28, 2011 @ 03:12:52

    You have a beautiful way with words. An image here, a reference there, a fleeting thought captured and you paint a potent image with your pen – or in this case your keyboard.
    We all have our place, our responsibility to sow the seeds of hope given us and not to just hold them tightly to our hearts in fear or reverence. Hope is not hope – merely a seed until it is planted and grows. You capture that, I think, among the thoughts that you provoke.


  5. willowdot21
    Oct 28, 2011 @ 07:30:29

    Thank you Jill you are so right and you express one of the meanings of the poem so well “Hope is not hope – merely a seed until it is planted and grows.” I think that is what I am trying to say, even though the tired, sad angel had not won through we still have hope and we must go forward. I hope the words mean different things to different people. Thank you for visiting and taking the time to comment. xx


  6. zendictive
    Oct 30, 2011 @ 13:45:22

    touching write (~_~)


  7. willowdot21
    Oct 30, 2011 @ 14:54:23

    Thank you so much.


  8. lilyklynn
    Oct 30, 2011 @ 21:08:24

    “Seeds of hope” – I love that. I think we could use a little hope right now with the terrible things happening in the world. Xx Lily


  9. willowdot21
    Oct 30, 2011 @ 21:11:52

    Yes we really could, we need to plant the seeds everywhere that we can so it grow and blossom into goodness. Thank you Lily.


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