Angel

For Naomi Stone
My spiritual friend and guide.
And for sir Ajit Sripad Rao Nalkur
For understanding. You once told me "He Knows" as a comment on my poem.

Angels

Angels don't walk this earth in front of you.
Their glory would've dazzled blinded the needy
But they're dreamed upon  desperate bridges of yearning
Loneliness and seperation.

The momentum of leap taken in doubts frailty
Transformed
To leap of faith.

In Despair's designs peep divine will.

And then perhaps an Angel
Alights light as translucency
Of cobwebs glimmering in an
Incandescent corner of mind.

Sometimes their generosity
Surpasses
And
They brush your face your hair
Your heart and soul
With two loving angel wings.

I have been in touch with angels
Pure hearts of loving gold
To love the fallen the suffering
Usher from the dread and cold
Erase the hurts festering the withheld tears untold.

I wish I weren't a sinner
I know that I'm no saint
And of the billions in between
I am no docile repentant
I am still in waiting
A vivid life force to be spent
Yesterday she reminded me
Of how I am Godsent.

I must be the lovely loving dream
That in Mother's eyes had been
I must become a missionary
Convert to truths unseen
But felt in folds of heart and soul
Lonely as the lovely velvet rose
The mystery from the rough was torn
But in your tender heart it feels reborn.

I am a miracle
Waiting
To happen.

I am my miracle
Writing in your magic ink
This earthly surreal night...
I am no longer
Unwanted weed

Within doors of dormancy
sealed by pain
There is a vital need
Willing to germinate
in me.
And if memory meets
Divinity
As I remember it
From sources beyond
Simple cells of living
In me
Lie all possibilities
Sustaining seeds
Of everything good
For I myself,
Am
Miracle.

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(c) Amrita Valan 2014