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.
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(C) sally young eslinger 2020
All thanks be to Gd
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