Angels being busy….

Sleep went sliding through the cracks in my peace
where it split like a ripe tomato roasting on the vine,
so tired it hurts,
the swelter in my heart
hotter than the wilting summer heat
as I reached an arm out floppy
to tag heaven in

for some new ways of seeing
with cooler eyes,
and to maybe find some fresher ways,
like a handful of new paints
in colors I haven’t met before

and I start laughing at the words
that tumble naked from my mouth,
“angels,  be busy”
kind of giggled wholehearted
because the knot at the end of myself is feeling rubbed in butter
and I dangle,  swinging low.


And,  wouldn’t you know,  they swung lower still,
to carry me home to that roomy space inside
where the river’s running sweet and healing water
and how it calms my wiggly spirit,
when I slide into the flow

and,  yeah,  I’d rather do life with more polish,
like a band that’s tight
instead of what I am
but I believe that it’s enough,  this holy generosity
that covers and keeps and restores tattered wings
while angels being busy
wrap my bits of earth in freedom,
infusing now with forever
like they do.

My blog  was broken down for awhile and I’ve been patient waiting
while Michele of Be Inspired Designs
helped fix the flat and get me up and running again.
She is pretty wonderful like that.

So much thanks for coming around to visit again!
You.  You just make me sooooo glad:)