Encounters

Closely Held Angels


Mortal Peril

Pisces youth
Voiced upfront
Let's act

So many lives
He gathered
Virtue

________________

Lullaby

Golden slumbers fill your eyes
Smiles await you when you rise
Sleep little darling do not cry
And I will sing a lullaby*

Moonlight bear you on her beams
Carry you away in dreams

Starlit spaces softly glow
We who love you wait below

Angels bend to where you sleep
You a promise they will keep

Sun will rise into the sky
Come to kiss the night goodbye
Sleep little darling do not cry
And I will sing a lullaby

*Thomas Dekker, 16th century
Paul McCartney, 20th century


Rubens, Head of a Child, c. 1615

Angel

I may as well share
My happy moments she said

The three year old child

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Knowledge

Off in the distance
Were muted cries
Round the white
Rippling stop and go ball
The broad green free of wind

While we stood
Watching speaking of
The prized soul we saw

Small but well-made
Never off-balance or ill-timed
Moving as a consciousness
Comfortable on the ground
In the congested bruising game

If he wants this himself
My host was saying
A kind of nobility
And anguish finely mixed
I'll help in any way

Can we want
Freely and alone
Detached from the weave
Friends family blood chance
Mute figures in the museum
Uncertain shadows of familiar rooms?

Yet he already wanted:
Made definite choice
When to wake what to wear
Long white tunic
Athlete's shorts
A shower always
Ready for the world

Now at last returning
From the scatter of noise
Accepting praises he
Was around the ball
Did not slow down...

Erect and slight
Watching the road
Hair dankened to dark
Responding almost
Unconcernedly yes
I know

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