2008-03-30 Poetry, Angel

Angel?
It’s been years
Since you were here
At twelve years old
In Wednesday class.
It's been years
Since you asked
Softly, almost whispered,
Can God still love someone
Even if they were raped?
On hearing those words
A shadow of fear
Sank into my heart
That this was not
A third-person question
But a personal one.
And here I am,
Years later,
With tears running
Down my face,
Wondering
Where you are.
What ever happened
That you would disappear
For years,
Angel?
Remember
The answer is
And always will be
Yes.
Angel. 2008-03-30, Logan Cowart