POEMS ABOUT RELIGION

THE ANGELS

I once had a dream
That I awoke to trumpets:
A great musical sound.
I sat up in bed
And threw open the curtains
And looked outside at the mountain;
And it had broken open,
And spraying from the top
Like a fountain of gold
Poured thousands of angels
Singing unearthly praises,
So I spread my arms
To embrace them all.

I once had a dream
That I was a priest:
A man in dark vestments
Walking down the street.
And I knew I was in danger,
But my nerves were calm
And my heart was still,
Because I knew
That whatever happened,
I was doing God’s will.

I woke up and wished the dreams were true.

GOD

Although sometimes I imagine
The old man in the sky,
Usually you are
The pattern on a bird’s wing
The ring around the moon
The rustling of the trees
The rattle of dried grain on the stalk.