he clips his wings at needful things
that can go missed in time
all hearts may beat to passion's feet
but rhythm lasts with rhyme
so angel flies as angel cries
to care from distanced ledge
until the need in hand can feed
both wings to bridge the hedge
while chained to earth those eyes of worth
will seldom hold a gaze
for chains to sky must soar and fly
to wait on destined days
so wings go strong as wait is long
to find that sweetest ground
the sweetest space where he can place
this air and earth he's found
yes angel's free and soars to see
all things from high above
but grace does bind at power's find
by chains called life and love
~Moses Apollo
