Monday, June 3, 2019

Angel by John Drudge


We have tasted much and swam
In the tender moonlight
Of misgiving
We have walked with shadows
And drank away our sorrows
With desire
We have breathed the fickle scorn
Of creation
And touched with trepidation
The ever faster flutter
Of the angel's waiting wing





John works as a clinical social worker and is the president of a national disability management company. He holds degrees in Social Work, Psychology, and Rehabilitation Services and has studied philosophy extensively.  He is an avid traveler and a long-term student of the martial arts holding a 3rd degree black-belt in Kempo Karate. His diverse educational and experiential background gives him a broad base from which to approach many topics in his poetry. John currently lives with his wife and two children in Caledon, Ontario, Canada.  


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