Angel's Touch
If I were an angel, I'd grant
the Asian infant freedom
and a halcyon wind,
infuse the Native American
papoose with ancestral pride,
give the African baby nuru,
the light of understanding,
a potent shield in a harsh world,
and bring the Hispanic infante
respect and peace of heart.
If I were an angel, I'd kiss
[with my eyes] the Jewish babe
whose soul from heaven knows
all things* and efface memory,
visit the Caucasian at birth
with the gift of grace
and a sense of moral reason
which comes only from God,
and to all the rest—newly born—
the wisdom of Solomon
and literary promise,
that the brotherhood of man
might match
the balance of nature.
*This belief requires the babe’s
memory be erased at birth.
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