The Speech of Angels

Words don’t come to me some days,

Only pictures and symbols.

It’s too bad that I can’t communicate

That way.

I’d like to forward my

Thoughts like an e-mail

With “emojies”.

It’s too bad that’s not

A thing people do.

If you could understand

A foreign language by

Eating a special cookie

Or sing in perfect harmony

By doing Kegels,

But life isn’t like that.

I used to dream that

Melting the communion host

On my tongue

Would give me access

To the speech of angels.

I listened really hard,

But it wasn’t the bread

That made it happen,

It was listening really hard

And not talking so much;

And you know, angels have

Really got a handle on e-mailing thoughts.

Marble Hill Press