St Aug Shops-Angels of Light

Saint Augustine, being the oldest city has some beautiful old buildings that have been converted into shops and parkways...I love the gnarly look of them myself...they are mostly old, but functional. These, along with nearby outlet stores, are strangely hypnotic!

 

Angel of Light (James Watkins)

 

You’re not as you appear

Old friend,

Your crown is sullied brown.

Its golden glory

Sold and shamed-

God’s gift gone underground.

 

Hypnotized,

You compromised

A dance in dangered round-

The multitudes

With guilt confused-

Then

Brought the building down.

 

A fine foundation shattered-

It lies like broken glass-

Gone the way

Of winnowed wheat-

Decaying in the grass.

 

Dead to truth and mercy-

You kindled your own flame-

Then introduced the poison ruse-

Invoked by sacred name.

 

The darkness now created

Is deeper than the rest-

For others followed helplessly-

You’ve put them to the test.

 

Stumbling, blind,

And leaderless-

Like sheep

To shearer bound-

With death

You rend the innocent-

They die without a sound.

 

You’ve filled your coffers

With delight-

Advantaged for all gain-

Clothed with counterfeited light-

And profited from pain.

 

Some cosmic comic cowboy-

Confused by gaudy grave-

Awaited by its fullness-

In guarded pathway plays.

 

Rehearse for hell you hero-

You’ve fallen on your sword-

With one mistake too many-

Impaled-

Your plans disgorged.

 

You’ve taken on

Too much this time-

This giant’s cruel and cold.

Released by

Pressured prophet’s prayer-

Resistant to your mold.

 

Turn today-

Come face the fact-

Your kingdom’s fading fast.

The words you’ve spoken

Fall like rain,

Then dissipate like gas.

 

Not one you’ve taken

Will survive-

No single work will last.

Your judgment’s just-

Your time has come-

Your reign is in the past!

 

Drawn down deviled dancer-

Clown that’s played the fool-

The puppet master’s

Cut the string-

And taken you to school.

 

The strength you build

With your free will-

A gift that’s gone astray-

Will testify against you-

Its master to obey.

 

So measure up the moment

You paradox replete…

For every living creature

Serves...

His purpose.

C’est la vie!

 

James Watkins 2004

Done