When I met an angel
she was on a subway car
Dyed, dull blonde,
roots showing, hunched
over, more than middle age.
No conversation, but
a half smile, a slight nod and
looking affectionately, in my mind saying,
“You should already know
God is here, present when you have no
strength to even ask or search, when both sides
of the tunnel are blocked and the only
way out is up, through loose earth and an inevitable
collapse. God is here, you know,
How many times do I have to be obvious
to re-kindle your faith?
How many times have I loved you,
drenching you with miracles,
sending you to the depths to find flight,
sending you to a choice of yes or no, so you can
I love you – where trusting me is loving me
is all there is left always to do?”
When I met an angel, she was on a subway car,
temporarily normal – at once
personal, at once divine.
Copyright © 2015 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Prachya Review” September 2015
Stunning piece of work. Thank you.