Angel's Juncture

Angle's Juncture ~

 

Who was the fool who said,

That ‘there are no such thing as angels?’

 

I went on a trip recently,

Over the hill and down the mountain-

In a four-black-horse-drawn-chariot.

For I had an appointment . . .

 

I had a date with the Devil to make.

I went to Hell and back,

Crossed over the fiery cobblestones,

And then rode back to Earth’s paradigm.

 

On the outskirts-

Sore, weak, and far away from everything,

I collapsed before I ever reached,

The center of familiarity . . .

The circle of those I loved and lived among.

 

Incapacitated, I stopped-

I found I could not go further,

Disheartened, I brought my horses to a circling stop,

And tugged upon the tether-

 

I let my chariot roll with careless abandon,

Revolving at the distant road-side,

A tempting gemstone, for sharp-eyed passerby-

 

I lay on the ground, weak and feeble,

Looking up to the moon and stars above-

Hoping for some good, Fate, or deity,

To help me up . . . my head fell aside, and then-

I gave up.

 

My world was shadowed-

The dark rushed in and around my fuzzy head-

And, was suddenly swept up in a tide of movement.

A mysterious figure, had moved into my pathetic picture . . .

And, with very human qualities, it-

Seemed to review my state of life . . .

It clucked- I started- it tutted.

 

His face angled, strong and sharp,

Turned, and it cut a profile against the sky.

A stranger, someone I had never before met, I thought.

 

His bent over me,

His hair cascaded, in a sheltering fold,

To form a thin cradle of protection-

To wrap me up, away from the prying eyes of beggars, as he worked.

 

Gently, he lay me out sprawled-eagle,

And tended my wounds with his nimble hands.

I don’t remember exactly, what he said-

But heard the soft, whispered nothings.

 

They fell down like shavings of ether,

And gently fell upon my breast.

I sighed, rolling over-

I gathered them into my arms then, a whole load-

 

Smiling, as in a dream, unaware of where I was,

Heard what seemed to be a lullaby being played,

As a soft, baby-bundle the words became to me,

And I held onto the ends of them for comfort, satisfied.

 

In pain, I could not move my limbs,

And struggled to turn myself about-

 

But I heard, as he worked freely,

His deft, back and forth movements-

As he slowly stemmed the flow of blood-

Never speaking, just working-

 

And finally, there was the dawn of day,

He moved to the side, giving a brief sigh-

A testament of his exhaustion,

And swept his hair, in an unconscious move, to the left of his temple-

Sweat ran down his face, and marred his skin-

The effects of his nightly struggle,

The sun now revealing his prominent features, a long last-

 

As I sat up, I moved a hand over my breast, wonderingly-

And I realized that I felt no pain.

 

I smiled . . .

As Hell subsided, and its lingering effects upon my black soul-

My smile held in it, warm rays of the sun.

 

With epiphany I stood, and walked around freely,

With wonder as I enthused-

Over the fact, that I could now walk unhindered,

Without my fettered bondage-

 

I’d almost lost my life to the Devil then . . .

 

And a black-haired, mysterious stranger,

Crossed my line of vision, when I was least suspecting-

And upon the brink of death,

Walked in on me, at just the right moment-

 

Then carefully trod over the matrix,

Without ever speaking about it, without my conscious knowing . . .

And pulled me, forcefully, back into Life.

 

I took a trip to Hell, and came back to the Earth,

And found, that in spite of my bad appointment-

I was entrusted with the keys to Life again,

And forgiven my erroneous judgment-

 

Given a second chance . . .

 

I met with a Black-Haired Angel,

And, he simply got me a new set . . .

 

Who was it that said angels don’t exist here?

 

A little bit of love and care, a nimble touch, and a bag of stitches or ‘medicine kit?’

That’s all we need to create Heaven here on this Earth.

 

My heart was torn in two halves,

And he patched it up, with a million, cross-knitted stitches . . .

 

Angels on Earth do exist,

Say Amen ~