Sunday, July 26, 2020

Sit with Angels

In the place where I sit with Angels
when  I recall the signs along my way
and I can open my throat to sing
a melody inspired by blessings

I can feel the eyes of my Nana
willing my happiness in every moment
I can hear my Mother's laughter
as she gently loved her son

I can feel my sister and her soothing words
healing  like a balm for my wounds
and I have known so many more
spirits that showed love that none can earn

Love is the gift of life; it connects
and never fades even as we do.
It is when we  God-like create
a thing that does not end.

In a place where I speak into the light
the home in the heart of my heart
where truth fills every thought
I speak my gratitude and beg forgiveness

and know there is an eternal tomorrow
for my faith is already there .

1 comment:

Maryna said...

Howard, what a perceptive and profound poem! Thank you!