My Angels...
Were my Angels at work today
in their covert, mysterious ways?
That particularly riotous sunset,
a small perplexity at the gas station...
"Are you enjoying life?"
Just what do I reply?
Give him details of thoughts
of perhaps retiring my position...
Was I guided to see
that amazing beauty?
led to a certain place
to hear someone prick my mind?
Not that i am particularly important
in the grand scheme of things.
Just a nudge
in the right direction?
As if to say:
You belong -
you are one of the many
who are also given this pink-golden marvel
heralding the fold of day to night...
You are -
you were created, born
into this maelstrom of life
here to learn, to grow, to breathe -
do not throw that away!!
Learn!
Feel the passion
of merely waking into the day
of your being on this earth:
embrace this existence...
Where were those Angels
why cannot I see the faces?
Or was one shown, humble
in gray shirt, embroidered name...
Nothing particularly eloquent
a simple, direct question -
Only felt the warm breath
of a summer's eve breeze
to turn me just so, into the lingering sun
where a Master had painted such
breathtaking sight...
K.E.C., July, 1997