We May Summon Angels

Closed Wounds and Healing

By: the iHope Poet

I cried as if she was dead. 

But my sister has not died,
 she lives. 

She stands with her heart on her sleeve, 

breathing and anxious. 

We do not have a funeral on our hands, 

we have a life. 

Hers is an opportunity to love

and care for, and support. 

Hers is a heart to hold and to cherish. 

And we may summon angels 

for this precious, beating cause 

we cling to --

Because she does not need revival, 

only closed wounds and healing. 

Even so, Christ can bring back the dead. 

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in each, you'll find a universe.

Reality
By: the iHope Poet

We live for ourselves -
And no one really lives for us.
Though we breathe as if
our breaths were numbered,

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and think our thoughts
significant.

We dance in the dark -
To a song we sing in lonely chorus.
A solo no one else will hear.
With words that plead for kind rapport..
despite our selfish
tendencies.

We moan and weep
as if the world will hear our cries.
And though a glance - or two -
may turn our way,
the things they see will never be
the thing we meant;
because,

they do not hear, they do not sing,
they do not watch the dance.
And we
live for ouselves,

To each their own
reality.