From The Better Half

An inviation to the angels
that mingle in the sky:
Come and perch upon my shoulder
and whisper, still greater
things divine.


Raise your chin toward the sunlight;
leave no way for darkness on your forehead.
Raise your chin with the divinity that calls from you.

Dip from the cup, overfilled - with empathy, with love.
Know that your communication with - Him - will ease the pain.
All the while you cannot architect the free will - of others...
All the while you cannot discard your flesh - prematurely...

Raise your chin toward the sunlight;
leave no way for darkness on your forehead.
A child, simply ignorant to the glory of all things -
still, you are, to be greater.
All the while believe this.

As we bow - let our darkness leave us;
by our simple, unassuming, humble hearts we are guided
to One to carry our burdens;
the nature of mercy.
The exemplar: Perfect enough to guide the fleet
of the world, yet still, to know all uniquely.
One to press down the raging seas
to be satin, silk, glass.

Raise your chin to a hymn
whispered by the voices of those angels
coming from your own front door;
just over your shoulder.
Carried - purposefully - to you
from another dimension, from the better half.

To Dina