Da Angels are Confused

~~da dum de dum~

Compassion ~ sumthin more of da’ werlds inhabitants need but so few understand!
may all the threads be stuck as they decided by choice to stick me, may the karmetic realities they brew be thier drink for the eternity they rule over others on the planet with lies, and neglectful thoughtz 😦

Compassion

~~~~~~~~~~~
Angels must be confused by war.
Both sides praying for protection,
yet someone always gets hurt.
Someone dies.
Someone cries so deep
they lose their watery state.
*****
Angels must be confused by war.
Who can they help?
Who can they clarify?
Whose mercy do they cast to the merciless?
No modest scream can be heard.
No stainless pain can be felt.
All is clear to angels
except in war.
*****
When I awoke to this truth
it was from a dream I had last night.
I saw two angels conversing in a field
of children’s spirits rising like silver smoke.
The angels were fighting among themselves
about which side was right
and which was wrong.
Who started the conflict?
*****
Suddenly, the angels stilled themselves
like a stalled pendulum,
and they shed their compassion
to the rising smoke
of souls who bore the watermark of war.
They turned to me with those eyes
from God’s library,
and all the pieces fallen
were raised in unison,
coupled like the breath
of flames in a holy furnace.
*****
Nothing in war comes to destruction,
but the illusion of separateness.
I heard this spoken so clearly I could only
write it down like a forged signature.
I remember the compassion,
mountainous, proportioned for the universe.
I think a tiny fleck still sticks to me
like gossamer threads
from a spider’s web.
*****
And now, when I think of war,
I flick these threads to all the universe
hoping they stick on others as they did me.
Knitting angels and animals
to the filamental grace of compassion.
The reticulum of our skyward home.
*****

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11 thoughts on “Da Angels are Confused

  1. “write it down like a forged signature”

    WoW! That’s so creative, and it’s true to; the poem is from the Divine Source.

  2. Pingback: Indifferences & Karma & Dharma | Quarksire

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