He Came to Me on Fierce Wings

His voice as deep as calm peace

He came to me on fierce wings, prepared for dark flight. Told me of the fast approach, the end of false men. His voice as deep as calm peace, eyes afire in light.

He spoke to me of lost lands, the sound of faint cries, Those in fear of secret plans of power-mad men. He came to me on fierce wings, prepared for dark flight.

They preferred their darkened whims, proclaimed the Truth lies; Rule the poor in their domain of scandal-stained sin. His voice as deep as calm peace, eyes afire in light.

They rail against the pow’r sure of angelic might, No right to set their claims bent on enslaving men. He came to me on fierce wings, prepared for dark flight.

Ruined in their false attempt, set their places right. Face now calls for justice rent, clear in its intent. His voice as deep as calm peace, eyes afire in light.

And peace shall reign as it must, much the greater might. The last are first and Love since conquers reckless men. He came to me on fierce wings, prepared for dark flight. His voice as deep as calm peace, eyes afire in light.

Copyright © 2021, Robert G. Metivier

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(A villanelle inspired by a dream vision and an ancient prophet once called)