M. L. Kiser Poet Free verse

An Archangel Visit

Enervated, body aching;
five sleepless nights,
a caregiver’s winter;
too lethargic to leave the chair.
Bed was a million miles away;
rest even farther from my weary constitution.

While my patient slept
I pondered what might occur next;
Alzheimer’s is so unpredictable.
As the numbness sets in
hope metamorphosed into a myth.

The time warp always
starts when I am so tired;
mind-fog emanates from brain
forming dream screen.

Before my bleary eyes,
like heat waves emanating 
off of hot metal
he came...seven feet of 
blue, white and yellow, 
light wave-shimmers,
alternating...spoke...

“I am Michael,
Archangel,
It’ll be alright”.

Eyes closed without a command
and I slept.

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Caren Krutsinger September 10, 2019 at 11:19 PM Archangel Michael is one of my most nurturing, healing spirit guides. I am so glad that you wrote this as a tribute to him, and probably because this is true. Well done! Bravo my friend! M. L. Kiser September 11, 2019 at 1:49 PM Yes, it is true, very true. You haven't lived until you've seen something like that, then you know for certain that there's more than just this mortal life. Thanks.

Vijay Pandit September 10, 2019 at 3:12 PM This story of a caregiver and a patient is so potent as it portrays what happens in real life. I felt like I was there experiencing fatigue..too tired to leave the chair..and I liked the peaceful ending..so well written, MLK. M. L. Kiser September 11, 2019 at 1:48 PM Thanks so much Vijay; it is not an easy situation.