Memory goes
where endless stretches of plains –
in ochre, beige, cocoa, tan and brown,
touch clear azure horizons,
cows drift like freckles on land,
limitless university; expand,
take ownership of homes
belonging to others, a broken record
of history repeating—
images create images
one takes the place of another,
whispered voices
in depths of night where
only prayer is truly welcomed...
come into this sea
of regret, this ocean of desire
when is the right time
to cry out in despair
beg an answer
or need warmth that comes
only from a smug
knowledge of righteousness
and power.

Drift ,O Angel, fast light fleeting
You who have seen God's Throne
shudder, tremendous being
look with Awe upon brilliant veils,
fly fast for you are Many,
O heavenly Angel, few
understand life's purpose as you do,
This vast Universe with a zillion stars
will never perish so long as anyone prays  
once, twice or three times or more
Angel, never forget your sacred origin from creation
Fly freely and fast to the Divine home
a multitude shimmering
iridescent hues will come to you.