“We should pray to the angels, for they are given to us as guardians” - St Ambrose
Assignment
She being one of many
Whose duty is to chronicle
The lives of mortals from birth
To death, and birth again, cosmically
Bound to this mortal coil
Until the final birth and
The last death...
Eyes, aged, dim and unfocused
Vaguely observe something
Not remembered from long ago;
Invisible hands caress a weary
Brow in a silent eulogy,
As she breathes her last breath
Her kind, immune to the
Constraints of time and space
Moves with a fluidity unseen
From one place to another...
New eyes, light dazzled and
Unfocused track something
Never to be remembered;
Incorporeal lips speak
A wordless benediction
While invisible fingers
Rest lightly upon new born
Lips, leaving a cleft as a visible
Reminder of a silent pact
Yrret El ©️
