. Poetry from The Great In-Between: An Angel Speaks

Sunday, October 16, 2022

An Angel Speaks


  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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