An Angel Imperfectly
by Michael Doyle

In protection from life's adversity 
An angel spread his wings imperfectly
Knowing that life has limited mercy
To protect us from the things of history

More profound than deep, I hear the river flow
Somewhere beside where life's garden grows
A tower of debris keeps getting taller 
While our humanity grows ever smaller

Helplessly flung by the winds into the future
We wonder what it is we should have nurtured
Having survived affliction, we are unmoored
Reshaped by the wounds that we have endured

History is its own curse at prophecy
All the things we thought we'd do to you and me
The end and the past meet in this, we call today
Without a moment more left for us to give away

I wonder what it will take to make us whole
As we grasp at hope in living through catastrophe
Drifting on safely as time slips into the past
Wouldn't it have been nice if nice could last?

Helplessly flung by the winds into the future
We wonder what it is we should have nurtured
Having survived affliction, we are unmoored
Reshaped by the wounds that we have endured

(c) March 26, 2025   Michael Doyle
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