I Saw an Angel

Today

 

Joe Cempa

 

I saw an angel today

at our Lady of Guadalupe

 

Charitic charismatic offer from nuns and social worker

ones

to soul survivor women of street

self last, dealing with mental indifference

dealing with lost

some times Demonic Cost, Drug loss,

 

but I saw that angel today,

 

as I swept-and raked-and cleaned,

duties of this Temp Job scene

she,

a grace

a blessing I felt to this sad little earth space,

 

grace of a Queen! Magdalene! She brought to now…

Silent she strolled the raked soil grounds,

beauty with a leather bound Bible clasped tight in hands,

head rapidly bobbing, nodding, body rocking as she sat under the self-shelter

of a cross crowned archway entry,

alone;

 

 

muttering God’s Scriptural words that fixed her,

for

awhile

 

then

Angel stood on my leaf-clean-grass

gazed to Heaven

gazed at and searched beauty clouds,

smiled

angel smiled,

began a slow graceful clap

of hands,

 

one-one-two-one,

beat that made abeat

 

 

 

 

she smiled

 

and hummed, beauty soul of loss happy now

memories filling her again,

 

I watched,

beauty face of empty to the sky

and

imagined her thoughts of pleasant times of past

 

mental reflection

from the mind’s eye

of a mind not there

 

some feel…

 

but I saw I know

thoughts of then

she felt as she slowly clapped and

smiled:

 

young girl of eight or so

hair braided

glorious luster

of care

Sunday best,

pleated dress

 

clapping and smiling!

An angel then,

 

now

forty years later

 

she is still

One.

 

 

 

 

 

Gaia!

Mother dieing,

mother death

Joe Cempa

Gaia,

the goddess under our feet

mother earth,

but

our “mother” is so much more;

rivers, tributaries, as

veins

carry her, (our) blood to her (our) ancestral ocean’s heart,

yet, mother now treated as a whore.

Drained…

and cast, and spent

we’ve shaved, cut, destroyed

her gorgeous green locks,

dug into her brown skin like bloated parasitic ticks,

ripped, ruined, raped, pillaged her

life giving

Womb

slowly melting the Coolest Mother

ever…

filled her lungs, and

(ours)

with an abomination of poison

someones self wealth, but,

(our)

death

 

 

But soon

she’ll shed us

we

the parasitic

self apocalyptic germs and microbes of waste,

 

cleanse her body

rejuvenate soon, soul clean,

be the Gaia, the Mother again!

 

 

 

and sit down

with God and ask,

“What Now?!”