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Dear Guardian Angel
Dear Guardian Angel O dear guardian angel, Why do you pick these wee night hours For your dances of invisible radiance? Aren’t you to be leaning over In cradling protection while I sleep? Instead, your cape of praises gleans From my soul an aura so rich That I think I, too, must rise To join into an embroidered minuet. Why not join instead In some hours of respite? Aren’t you worn from my day of birth To seven decades of caring for me? From nursing me through long hours Of anguished inquiries? And doesn’t It try you to watch my feet Stutter across floors with you, thus, Saving me from too numerous falls? My walking must sound to your ears Like the pianist’s tinkling the keys Along from mid to high C. I read, years ago, that the great Artist Titian admitted he hadn’t really Seen the way to his true Creating process until he was 90. I wonder now, O dear angel, how long You will continue to dance past my bed, Aligning with inspiration, Since this aging poet has only recently Discovered a trove of interior scrolls Needing to be shared? Why not surround us both in the veil Of your unfolded wings, putting 3 A.M. voices to rest in the darkness Of closed eyelids? Let us dance Our praises to God in Eden’s lullaby. ******************************************. (C) sally young eslinger 2020 All thanks be to Gd
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