Muscle Poems

 

Our eyes do not waiver

From our witness

As children live their

First despair.

Awaiting your calls of help,

Soft flowers are our vigil

To adorn your child’s

Downy hair, the baton,

The power of the Light and Love

Of God

Assigned for holy care.

If we do not turn in prayer

Or believe or are aware

Of God, hovering, He stares too.

Do Angels sometimes feel

Helpless?

“Of course, we do.”