guardian
is there an angel
and I think there is
if
I don’t know how many angels
are assigned wherever
and whenever
and how
they work their shifts
in a day
or night or in
an era
and
does each one get one and
maybe so
I have a presence
of a feeling of
one
and I don’t know
I could be wrong in heavenly creation
and whether or not
to have
similarity in voices
depending on
the client
and
the quotidian
need to know how many or only
one since that is close to doctrine
and yet one
or many
each is company and so many for each of us
have one
and
maybe always as in year
by year
and also all the moments in
each bit of present
time
by which we need
and want
or might be saved when we don’t know
or
get an answer
as
well as talk more openly
hoping to hear honestly by what
we get
on Earth
until we meet the delegate
and sponsor
when
there
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Reading The Guardian
I like to read The Guardian
for an outside-USA perspective. (I
like the name, too.) But
today’s Monday-morning headlines
were, I swear, all grim. Even the global
climate accord received political, not
environmental, comment. The only
good news I read about was a promise
from a person not to litigate, not
to sue against unlawful (long and
tortuous) detention at Guantanamo.
I applaud, truly, this one’s
forgiving purpose. But that’s as good
as it got. A withholding of returning
punishment: the avoidance of bad
news from someone being better
than. And so
nothing more?
Why not?
It’s my fault. It’s yours. We must
do good, then do better than to allow
it to become good news. Then (others,
us) we must report the good
that happens, too. As an alternative,
a celebration, and exemplar for all.
I visited my friend in the hospital
just in time to take him home. My
neighbors have launched a mission
website to help the children with
Down’s Syndrome and those who
want the children to have
a child’s life.
There’s some good, becomes good
news. It’s small. Good news is often
small.
My small part as an example’s done.
So now,
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