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Xmas light angel sparkling bright
Walkin on the rooftops
Got someone in sight
Gunna flitter and flutter
All through the night
Eyeing a weary sparrow
till all is well
till all is right
till that lil sparrow
be ready to take flight

Bonnie Raitt &John Prine
Angel From Montgomery
Puyallup
4.24.20
jbm
inspired by an Xmas light rooftop angel perched atop a roof during an early April twilight
I once heard a story,
That forever changed my life,
Of a man who was struck,
When another chose to text and drive,
And though he did not lose his life,
He told me he lost much more,
Like the ability to do any of the things,
He was able to do before,
He could not move a single muscle,
From below his neck,
And the biggest tragedy to his story,
His wife left him after the wreck,
He spoke of years of marriage,
And all their children together,
For if this was her instead of me, he said,
I would not have left her ever,
My chest began to hurt,
As my heart began to break,
The selfishness in this world today,
Was more than I could take,
I looked him in the eye,
As tears ran down my cheeks,
And for the first time in my profession,
This patient was a person to me,
How could he look at me and smile,
And tell me it would all work out okay,
How could a man be full of faith,
When so much was taken away,
I do not know the reasons,
These were the cards that he was handed,
But a society as one,
We take everything for granted,
We brag and act like what we have,
Cannot be taken away tomorrow,
Now all my problems seem so small,
When I think of this man’s sorrow,
And each day that’s passed since we met,
I have thanked the Lord above,
And I’ll never forget what this man taught me,
About how to measure my cup.
Words from a registered nurse.
 Dec 2017 Jeanne Evelyn
Briar Ren
She fades from your memory,
like weightless dandelion seeds
stolen
by a gust
of jealous wind.

And the next time you see her,
she is just another stranger
swimming
in a rough sea
of unfamiliar faces.
my sister called
"they shot that ******* in the face.
finally justice served!"
she yelled

from a squalid pit
an angel rose
to kiss
my cheek
she was someone
I once knew

she told me
she loved me

her kiss
warm and delicious
as I remembered it
her lips as soft
as my now
opened soul
once felt them

through tears
she implored me
to let her go

she could
see my heart
was still beholden
to her kiss

her tears
an earnest
homily
of absolution

she long ago
forgot she was crying
yet I could taste her tears

her sorrows finally
released me
from my
primordial
grief

jbm
Oakland
5/4/11

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