Poem: STEPHEN RICE

The most beautiful things are often fleeting

Think of rainbows, lightening flashes, Chinese wishes

The deepest experiences endure

Think of love, mountains, the oceans, and death

Memories combine the beautiful and the deep

Dreams carry memories from days to sleep

Every now and then, an angel appears

Disguised as one of us (What if God was one of us?)

And touches each of us in ways that only each of us

Can understand.

We do not know why someone like that

Who becomes one of us, leaves, suddenly

Perhaps the work is done

Perhaps he or she was the only one

We are left to celebrate and then, to mourn

Until the next unexpected angel is born

HERZELE (over time)

Summer 2017