Monastery of the Angels
Faint angel whispers in the breeze
in roses,
in pumpkin bread,
chocolates.
The best kept secret in Hollywood
tucked in folded hands, behind eyelids,
and closed corridors.Incense.
Birds singing,
spiders knitting,
laughter,
spilt tears on sprouting grass.Chants
Rising sun
Hands upward
Thanking God.
Monastery of the Angels.
Nuns in shadows,
Mouths of fire
Light the sky.Prayers of invisible flames
Illuminating, Liberating, Healing -
Christ child upon my lap.In black on white,
clicking beads,
Hope sweats
with clutching fingertips.
wisps of dreams,
Years washed away,
Incense rising.What was,
What could've been
What is
Is in faint angel whispers.
