David Kavanagh Poet Rhyme

Kind of Reasonable Explanation

Do angels walk amongst us, to be honest I really don’t know 
     My answers may seem rhetorical, for what life tends to throw 
    Could well be our imagination, reaching out tendrils with clasps
    Preventing approaching damnation, attempting one final grasp

    Strange intervention can occur, when life’s staring into the void
    Could it merely be coincidence, or vague influences redeployed 
     Inexplicable yet tangible, transcending all logical explanation
    Might some forces of nature step in, to try avert utter ruination 

     This is no conspiracy theory, or narrative about personal hurt
     Doesn’t matter if you believe, penning this for what it’s worth 
      I’m not a self righteous person, neither practice any religion
     Still mysterious events, have manifestly altered my decisions 

      Where do these anomalies come from, I cannot figure it out 
      Haphazard random chaos, or designed for moments of doubt 
      Despite this, I remain reluctant, to place all my trust in faith 
     Intelligence is the apex and scourge, driving that inner debate

      So how about, ‘spiritual but not affiliated’, sounds like a plan
      Being agnostic means, never to dismiss anything out of hand 
      Whatever’s underpinning reality, God or quantum mechanics 
     My gut feeling, angels of shape and form, do walk amongst us.

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L Milton Hankins March 20, 2021 at 8:21 PM Ah, so. There is much here to feed my mind, and I find broad areas of agreement. Thanks for sharing this poem with me. I enjoyed meditating on it. David Kavanagh March 21, 2021 at 2:01 AM Thanks Milton; after reading your hope poem, I thought you might like to see my take on the desperation scenario, and how it may be averted I go with metaphoric angels; or at least my gut feeling does, cheers David

Brandy Nicole February 19, 2021 at 6:23 PM Yes, they do walk among us. Angels are messengers. My heart rejoices knowing this fact. Once again, you have placed many thoughts to ponder upon the page. This is so beautifully written and presented. :) Brandy David Kavanagh February 20, 2021 at 12:15 AM Heya Brandy, thank you so much for commenting on this difficult poem, it’s about inner conflict in times of trial and desperation, several times in my life when boxed into a corner with seemingly no way out, people intervened sometimes by accident but on second thoughts was it design, in the end I lean towards design, without actually being certain, cheers David

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart February 19, 2021 at 10:09 AM I am similarly unaffiliated. Masterfully penned dear poet. fave’n, xomo! David Kavanagh February 19, 2021 at 10:21 AM Wow a fave from super Mo, I’m delighted to hear from you, my day is made up, thank you so much, cheers David