I know now you’re an angel, your paddles
ivory wings always circulating,
never vacillating, constant cradle
of air enfolding me, grace inflating
around me, each trace of breeze reflection
of Great Breather’s whisper: message of hope
as I sleep. I see now it’s you—scion
of heaven—who bring dreams, our One All’s scope
of everything possible. Did Diehl know
this a century ago, attaching
history’s first cord to you, feel wind’s slow
kiss bring comfort to blazing flesh, catching
sight, for slight second, of pure light’s laughter,
your soft voice rejoicing ever after?
Roger Armbrust
May 27, 2009
