Van Stone Poem: I am another one of God’s shortcomings. I am a Black Angel- a Black Swan.

Van Stone Poem:  I am another one of God’s shortcomings. I am a Black Angel- a Black Swan. (an angel has wings) –a Black Swan.  And yet, I can… not fly.

I am another one of God’s shortcomings. I am a Black Angel –an angel has wings- and yet, I can… not fly. I am One who is made to never forget about Love. I always care. But when I was made, I came up a being with some parts of me missing. What’s that that is missing you ask? I have no wings.  

I am an angel, and yet, I can… not fly. I am prevented but nothing stops me. How can that be?  Why bother to try to prevent me if I can… not be stopped?  I guess the reason why something like this happens, trying to stop me is because it seems like a good Idea at the time to try and stop me. 

I can’t be stopped from getting to you.  Stopped from being with you? Yes, things do happen.  Things do get in the way.  Good things prevent me though from getting to you just as much as bad things happen to get to get in my way of getting to you.   Yet, I have feet. And my feet, they both work just fine.

I’m told that my feet also are bad, but not so bad like I can… not move about.  I do not complain about my feet, I just make them walk or run. I never crawl with my feet, I crawl with my legs and knees. I’m just reminding you that I am a man who can stand.

And if there is ever any way that I can run I will run to you to be with you.  But, I am an angel and yet, I can… not fly. Another one of God’s shortcomings. I know, you will say, before the night’s end, that there are no shortcomings with God. You think not?

Just the telling that there are many who speak out, in the quick, to come to Dear Father God’s defense, as if there is a need for doing such a thing, demonstrates to another Angel, another Swan, that surely,   I am another one of God’s shortcomings. I am a White Angel-yes, White Swan, I have wings- and yet, I can… not fly.

The beautiful Black Angel, Black Swan She is… I am… we are… she is- here, and yet, I cannot fly. I want to fly. Get off of me! Stop trying so hard to hold me down.  I will fly.