Death laughs and says
“penny for your thoughts”
so I tell Him,
all of them
and He laughs again
“you call that morose?
lemme show you
this!”
He’s a hard mutha
But I saw Him as an angel
that day
that day
I dreamed my own death
“it’s coming in June”
He said, and told me the exact
day
showed me the two
oracles consulted
So I woke with a plan
I’ll do
Nothing
nothing at all
won’t go anywhere
won’t see anyone
make myself small
I can beat this…
I’ll
just sit
meditating
in my room
yeah,
that’s it
oh! but what if a plane falls and
crashes into the house?
what if a murderer breaks in?
what if the gas leaks and explodes?
What if I choke in my sleep
on the small crystal heart
I keep under my pillow?
what if the earthquake hits
and I’m inside this dilapidated shack?
then
I saw it
there I was
cross-legged
on the floor
just waiting out
June 30, 2012
when in strode this
beautiful angel in black
not Him, but Her
I slowly raised my eyes and
looked without fear
She smiled just
slightly
not sardonic
not evil nor
sarcastic
sweet actually
She said not one word
She had the face of glory,
all of Heaven’s hallelujahs rolled in one
Her cheeks were bloodless white
Her lips soft red and Her eyes were
twin onyx
She wore a long dress
that seemed to be
the very absence of light
flowing robes the colour of deep space
and Her hair was jet
like a raven’s feathers,
ink-black and shiny
She walked to me and,
tilting Her head just barely,
reached down Her long, beautiful hand
to help me up
I remember how soft it was,
if slightly cold,
and I felt my breath release
glad
to let the effort go
happy those questions would
stop now
I looked at Her with Love
there was no seraphic symphony
(the room was dead quiet)
I heard the little girl in me
sigh
ah, finally
someone
has come
to comfort,
to care for me
(so long I’ve been waiting)
how relieved I felt
at no longer needing
to hide
© 2012 J. Noade
