Angel Poem by Phillip Erb

A golden locket makes its way to the walk
After the chain that held it captive to a neck for so many a long and sweaty year
Snaps under the stress of time, salt, and gravity.
It cathes the light thrown from the sun and sends the entire spectrum across the street to me -
like the midnight mating call of a firefly high on electricity and lightning it winks -
God's finger arcs from heaven to the mud of Hell and Earth and sets the lawn on fire, but
Not a lady's little locket (never to be again) . It's ghost smiles and sighs, though most human eyes are altogether blind
to paradise, I wave my hand and smile back; silently praying the Devil won't find her here tonight.
Through the hands of God my tears fall to the ground like rain.