Angel By fate’s account, beauty a witness lost Each year succumbs to its frightened host And gathers our allegiance to depart From signs of aerie youth, in clumsy birth. Yet trust in dark debate is gentle promise Litany to forsake each quiet moment A guise to lift the broken coil Of faith to exegesis, our grieving spoils In waiting, not still but willed to a song Of God? To rise eternal on wings of cloud While the sky gleams vault, His gift of light A pious levity in relief of night? Yet wounded lives, slender in the end, do climb To meet the spirit’s praise, brave ether staunch in haste?
Mr. Melton holds a Master’s Degree in City Planning from Georgia Tech and a BA in Economics and International Studies from the American University. He previously has served as Director of Planning and Program Development for the Federal Transit Administration (FTA); as well as VP of Development for both the Atlanta Economic Development Corp. and the DeKalb Chamber of Commerce (Metro Atlanta). His poems have been published in numerous periodicals.
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