Our Better Angels

Sometimes our minds speak to us, Summoning us to embark on their journey, They show us the pathway to the light; It is our choice if we wish to remain in the night. Within us, the good hides in the chamber, Struggling to put the bad to rest. Sometimes the latter is recalcitrant and willful; The responsibility is ours to give room for the former to be dutiful. There’s a gathering of our conflicting emotions outside the window, Recriminations blooming in the meadow. Tendrils of darkness entangle our thoughts and minds, Conflicts arise in various kinds. Yet within us is the light that brightens the gloomy day, Leading us to the luminous pathway. Our better angels are the stars that adorn the night sky; They are the heart’s silent cry. August 3, 2025.