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.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2019
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