Grievous Angel


Grievous Angel


“Through many dangers , toils and snares

I have already come;

‘Tis grace has brought me safe thus far,

And grace will lead me home.”

My dear little fear….

You never leave home without me.

In those moments between the other moments that I am trying to avoid, I wander into the many ways I’m grateful.

I’ve been protected, this is true, and all around me is evidence.

Out on the lonely sea, bathed in silver light;

in the very blue sky that surrounds me, and in that distance, brooding and sullen.

The light on the ridge, just over the dark hill, coming or going…I cannot tell.

The wind that stirs through the forest.

That noise…when I turned, and the raven also turned;

I knew what the sound was…did the bird?

There are no fences here, only porous borders. No wall between me and everything else…no horizon under the canopy of always the same trees.

In the mirror, looking back…a light, a spark, only just imagined,

…or not.

When the angel came, she was faulted and afraid. What better savior than one who needed saving.

“When you come to a fork in the road, take it.” -Lawrence Peter Berra


~ by theoxherd on January 17, 2017.

3 Responses to “Grievous Angel”

  1. Another lovely post Walter. Regards

  2. Walter, I am continually amazed at your beautiful writing. Love you and miss you. I will soon be free to breathe and laugh again and will come visit. Yay!!!

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