The Angel’s Dilemma: Love and Duty

Time to go, she simply states, nothing more

The man, confused, looks into her eyes

She’s cute, petite, nothing like the lore

But once they eyes lock, he quickly realizes

Why she is here and what this visit is for.

Her face is soft, he always imagined someone dark

But here she sits beside him, almost beguiling

Perched on the bar stool, like a little lark.

So he takes one last drink for the road

Realizing that the time has come, it’s his mark.

And so it goes day after dreadful day

She finds them, as their time has come

To help them cross over and on their way.

There’s never alot of discussion

Afterall, there isn’t much left to say

One look in her eyes and the answer comes

And their bodies will turn back to clay.

This is her job, assigned to her long ago

She’s never known anything more

Never known friend, love or foe

She simply finds those that are chosen

Those assigned to her to cushion the blow

Until the day she found him, lying there

Under the clear starry night sky

Praying to the God they both shared

Asking for nothing for himself

Only for those for which he cared

He prayed for their happiness and heart

But She knew he wouldn’t be spared

She watched him all day and night

Searching for why God chose him

But she couldn’t find the reason why

She saw in him only pure love and benevolence

Not a selfish thought in sight

Though she knew it wasn’t her job to question

And she knew what she had to do

The time had come for the cession

Of his body and for him to descend

Into another world beyond possession

She did not want to take him away

For she knew what that would do

To a world already so dark and gray

But she had received her instructions

And she knew what she had to say

But for just a few more moments longer

She would allow him to stay

So she followed him around his tiny world

Just lingering back a few steps behind

Smiling as she watched him twirl

When he thought no one was watching

And feeling a ting of jealousy within

When he noticed the pretty girls

She had never had such a feeling

In fact no feelings at all

She was just here to serve her duty

She never really had any other dealings

With those she carried across

She wasn’t there for their healing

She was just there for thing only

That’s the way it had always been

But lately she had been feeling lonely

And wanted to do something more

Something she could touch, something homely

She watched as a butterfly landed

On his shoulder, feeling so safe

He didn’t flinch, was still in the moment

Giving it time to rest, and catch its breath

Gathering its strength so as to not be stranded

Weak and tired, while he was its safety net.

She was amazed and touched by his grace

And the tenderness of his soul made her eyes wet

With tears of happiness, gratitude and renewed faith

In a world she had deemed as doomed long ago.

When she looked at his smile, she saw no hate

Only pure, unequivocal love meshed with a kindness

So genuine, so knew she had found her mate.

But how could she love something so human

And look him in those clear blue eyes

When doing so would dim his soul so lumin

And his beauty would be nevermore.

She was just like the fictional man of tin

She wanted a heart, to love, to touch, to be

But that was not to be her fate

HE long ago gave her this destiny

She was the angel HE sent down to lead

Those he selected to just cross over

She was to question not; just do the deed.

What stirred inside her was brand new

She had never questioned this before

But as she watched him bath in the dew

She questioned it all without apology

She wanted to look into his eyes of dark blue

And hold his hand inside hers

She wanted to kiss his lips of rosy pink

And twirl with him in the blades of grass

Though these she knew she should not to think

She wanted to question it all over again

Why GOD, why choose him, me or anyone

To cross the threshold and walk to death

Into the dark, when they aren’t even done

With all they can offer and achieve

Without so much as a warning their times come?

Why subject me to such a life so desolate

Without love, or touch or even conversation

I’ve never felt love; why I’ve never felt even hate.

The only beauty I see is from afar

And only happiness I’ve gotten as of late

Is only through observation, never actually felt.

I want to touch his skin, even go on a date

Do all the things I’ve seen others do ’round here

All the adventures they get to have

And share Without any consequential fear

I want to shed the tears, dance in the grass

Soak up the dew, stare at the sky so clear

Basking In a sweetly unknowing naivety

I want to experience the laughter

Bellowing from the depths of my belly

And share a silly inside joke

I want a man to say I love you daily

And to kiss me on the porch stoop

Before taking off to his job.

I want to be part of a friend group

And make jokes for them to laugh at

Then comfort them with a bowl of soup

When feeling under the weather

I want a connection with a lover

That starts and ends each day with me

I want to run to him for cover

When life gets to be too much

To share adventures with and discover

That YOU made him just for me to hold

All the parts of my body and heart

God, I am telling you now, for the first time,

I want not just anyone or anything

I want him God to be with me

Give him to me God, I beg of you

I’ve asked for nothing til today

This is something I deserve

There was no rhyme, no reason

Just a plain chaotic outburst

But GOD stood still, silent and subdued

Just letting HIS child vent her feelings

Calmly, gently, not angered, not crude

HE took his angels hand in HIS

And gently, careful not to be rude

God reminded his broken little angel

Of all this beautiful life she had viewed

And how she felt it all, touched it all, had it all

Though maybe not in the way she had wanted

But still she had to all, every time HE called

For her to come down and help him bring

Another Chosen one home safely and forestalled

I love you my sweet child, so I shared it

I shared it all with you every day

The good, the bad, the tears, the grit

I shared the beauty of this world

While also protecting you from its pits

For in that world, love always comes with a price

But love through ME, comes without a cost

MY love is the only one so pure

That you will never have a fear of lost

You may not hold his hand; but MINE

Is the hand that can hold the most.

My silly little angel, you sound like them

Chasing sunsets, butterflies and waterfalls

Constantly measuring, comparing, wanting him

Always questioning the cut, clarity and shine

Without even appreciating the gem

I give you the rainbows to love each color

But you only worry about the dim of the storms

Instead of relishing in the winter white

You are too busy craving the warm

Do you not see what I have shown you

You must view all sides to see the whole form.

This is the gift I have given you day after day

You have seen the beauty and ugly

Yet here you stand before me to state

That this is not enough to fulfill thee

Therefore my decision should sway?

Like a scolded child, she stood in silence

And though she felt some shame

Her heart still clung in defiance

To the hope HIS mind would change

And that HE would grant compliance

To her wishes, even if just for today.

I know I am being ungrateful father

Acting like some awful spoiled child

But his smile makes me a mauther

And I just want him to be mine

I don’t mean to be such a bother

But I just had to ask

Published by LESSONS LEARNED FROM THE RAINBOW

As a poor kid growing up in the Mississippi Delta, there was never alot of hope or many opportunities. But, for 30 minutes, if I could sit in front of my tv, I could go anywhere and be anything through the magic of Reading Rainbow. That show brought so much light into some really dark days; and I carried the lessons I learned through the storytelling of Lavar Burton for all my life. Now that I am a grandmother, I've come to realize the significance of Reading Rainbow and the role it played in making me the woman I am today. I feel that the cruelty in this world has hardened my heart against the hope and valorous spirit that I once had. I am hoping that by revisiting Reading Rainbow; and the stories covered over its expansive reign on Public Access Television, I will regain the love for life and craving for adventure that the little girl growing up on Hunter Road had over 40 years ago.

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