Saturday, September 8, 2007

Poem Angels

Lately I’ve been seeing crow beaks
On scuffed stools, posts that protect
Light stanchions and angles
only
A crow brother can see.

My son says angels don’t look human
We were created in the image
And likeness of God. Cherubim
And seraphim. What I see
may be angels in the angles.
A feather found changes
Ordinary to holy ground.

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