Angel of Gratitude |
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Not like Rilke's angels of gnosis and terrible comprehension nor a simile to sword-bearing archangels princes of flame or darkness this angel is winged but gentle. It guards the doorway of the heart assuring with a smile that beings continue to remember the myriad small things each one has received from others -- that glass of water, a touch on the wrist, directions to the vintage clothes store, words of encouragement after a death in the family. This angel spreads its wings to protect the child sleeping for the first time in a new house to shield the tears of the mother from the eyes of those who live by devious acts This angel hovers over bread and cheese, new shoes, fresh candles on the dinner table yet there is that about this angel which admits no compromise. It has its own fierce persistence, its endless vigil of clarity. Poet -- Iven Lourie |
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