"Waiting Rooms"
I smile sadly when I see
Each Fellow Patient Rise When Called
By their first name, and hovering
float through the doorways of destiny
The reason i cannot help but smile is
that i know there is an angel
A Seraphim, White Wings and all,
concealed beneath their plain
brown overcoats i see their angels
their angels are there i say a prayer
i think of hospitals, where people
go to die, and pray to live, i see angels
angels in the hallways and corridors
angels in the beds angels in the wards
of the mentally ill like me, are all angels
doctors are treating angels and
angels are watching over them
jesus is in every prison
every hospital every lonely keystroke
of a a forgotten poet me
jesus is in these places
and the angels i sense
all around me
strengthen me
i peer up with blinded eyes
being release from a psych ward,
into an entryway but i see angels
with their trumpets and long gossamer robes
and sashes of gold i know in my heart
that they are flying all around
and watching o'er
that hospital atrium
a prayer to jesus Christ, and i
step
impossibly
into light
alive again, not only saved
but safe
from harm
and free
to go
my way!
In JEsus' NAme,
Amen.////