Hebrews 13:2
Do not forget to entertain strangers, for by doing so some people have entertained angels.
“ Hebrews 13:2,” The Holy Bible
In these fractured shadows,
They made you
Of me, and it was no longer
You bleeding, but my hands
Pinned to the Cross. How is it I
Can be so easily
Transformed into an angel?
No answer, because it was me entering,
Choosing to step over
The threshold made concave
By feet like dry whispers.
Come now, take my warm
Hand, alive; remember
We are alone here. Not even God
Has come yet to Mass. It is early,
And morning light
Pushes distinct colors through the stained
Glass imitation of Hebrews
13:2. The air is no different
Here, though perhaps dustier
Because the old caretaker
Had forgotten, with his tired
Mind, to air out the great
Hall before leaving. There is not
Much change in one’ s psyche,
I am afraid; but look: see those angels
There, on the wall. Some man
Made something beautiful
In a place where loveliness
Has been hung
Out to dry, in the crumbling
Pages of a black book.
They are bright colors, cut
Into geometric shapes
That hold the light like the sweaty
Palm of Mary. Angels, three,
Hold court there; they
Are eating out of the Holy Grail,
And they have haloes
That remind me of the Vietnamese hats.
Gone to work in the rice fields.
Outside, with light streaming from a sunset
The color of the middle angel’ s robes.
I wonder if he is,
That man, the host or the stranger.
A pitcher, cracked,
Has poured milk for an immortal
Cat, and just behind
Is a door, curtains pushed open
By a stranger. I should like to have been
That stranger, the one who knelt
And stared reverently at the dawn
Before the Lord awoke and invited
Me to dine on fruit and bread
That is hot, heavy. I came here,
Lonesome. I did not ask for a meal.
A/N: It's been a while, yeah. (:
First Draft of a poem I'm editing currently; before I post a second draft, though, I'd love some opinions on what could be fixed with this one. I prefer the beginning...but it's going to get ripped apart anyway, so all CC is great.
