Sunday, January 22, 2017

The Angel Rolled The Stone Away



The angel rolled the stone away and I was free.
She attached a cord, a new umbilicus, connecting us,
And she issued her commands:
Feed on me, dream on me,
You can lean on me, this is not make-believe.

Real life is dangerous, sharp edges and hard surfaces.
So I lived in fictions, safe in someone else’s tales,
Until she drew me out and said:
I’ll breathe for you, I’ll live for you,
I’ll shine on you, so you’ll know what to do.

She’s strong enough to carry me, but has her own fears, as well.
Even angels have their demons, can be beset by devils.
Even they may need protection.
So I’ll hold her, let my arms enfold her,
Find a place to hide her, until I’ve healed her.

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