The little girl <br />stood in <br />the meadow. <br />She had been <br />asked by God <br />to raise her eyes <br />and look to him, <br /> <br />And so she did. <br />Soon gold and silver <br />came raining <br />down from Heaven, <br />it was a veritable <br />deluge. <br /> <br />While she rejoiced <br />and raised her skirt <br />to catch the coins <br />the dirt claws <br />of Lucifer <br />reached through <br />the moss and <br />curled up leaves. <br /> <br />So silently <br />and filled with <br />invisibility. <br /> <br />And with the stench <br />of sulfur <br />surrounding her <br />and all the riches <br />she never knew <br />when slowly, <br />imperceptibly, <br />with certainty, <br />her nickers, <br />sweetly embroidered <br />just a week ago <br />by Nana, <br />were taken <br />by filthy hands <br />while angels <br />watched <br />with kindness.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-deluge-from-heaven/
