A lone voice whispers
We the invisible Angels
Gods Nurses
Always smile down at you
Like a kind nurse does
To rows of sorrowful patients
Which sometimes lay before us
Especially like here
On Ward Twenty-One of Saint Peters's hospital
In New Brunswick
New Jersey
Particularly the sorry souls
The broken or bent
For it's why we are summoned
By heartfelt prayers
Invisible guests trying to answer
Requests
Whispered to be heard
For them to be dutifully resolved as they are sensed
When sent
The smile I always carry
Isn't a smile of ill judgement
Or dismay
But of immense hope
For me to find a way
To help change the tragic vibrations at play
For I know the recently diagnosed patient
For that's what we call you
Will find the tenacity and strength to eventually cope
Whatever the outcome
For they all do
It's a silent degree
A potent line spoken by your sympathetic Almighty
Which you will at some point
Too feel
For all things
Follow something angelic
All you have to do
Is call for us
By prayer
To summon us
Angels from just somewhere
For we are really everywhere
Not just in the secret halls
Of The Great In-Between
We
The bringers of such priceless gilded envelopes of Hope
To help soothe the soul
We
The invisible folk
Who follow you like we're your own betrothed guardian philanthropists
Just huddled together
Here
Never sleeping
But waiting in the shade of the Great In-Between
By
The Eternal Water Oaks
Waiting for psychic calls to spring into action
For it's why we exist
To help bring your Spiritus
Some form of self-satisfaction
To offer respite
Despite the seemingly soft kiss of depression
On dark lonely nights
Call to us
Whenever you need us
Send us your heavy words
Into the swirling grey mists
Which move and flow all around you
With an phenomenal supernatural intelligence
For it's a bridge to us
The Un-Sleepers
Hiding in the Grey Smoke
Just waiting
By The Great Grey Oaks
For a lone voice
Maybe like yours
Who needs our help
To sometimes cope
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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