Liza’s Future Poems Complete Their Pilgrimage

We have climbed many staircases, and
shoved open many heavy doors, but so far
none have taken us closer to our goal
of an angelic conversation. We find only
only deserted apartments, or even worse,
they are trashed before abandoned.
Sometimes new tenants are squatting
there and they are moved by our suffering.
They break bread with us, despite their
poverty, and bless us with their tears.
Others are gruff and bitter. “Oh, you fools!
On a fool’s errand, no less! ” shouts one
prematurely stooped and gray man. “You, ever
desirous pilgrims, always seeking a spiritual
rapport with the Lord God. In His massive,
slow indifference, HE does not see you.
Your precious time is wasted.” What can
we do for one so sunk into his despair?
A few of us stay behind and recite ourselves
in his hearing. We also summoned the Angel of
Rescue for his soul. We continue our mission:
it is the completion of the composition process
which began when you typed your rough draft
and smiled because you saw it was good. And now
you know your just written poems must complete
a pilgrimage to the angels who serve the Spirit,
and they will bless and polishyour human work
with their spiritual grace. And then your poems
will enter our troubled world, and accomplish
what good they are meant to achieve.