Angel Eyes Poem by Leslie Xavier

Why was the wait on?
Long after the common rise,
beside the stretched Man.

Him, a picture,
of that lone tale,
shortened by the established,
fourteen stations of pain,
alongside praying singers,
a mother's tears and
the drip, precious blood
from a middle-aged forehead,
of a lean, gem of a man.
The Son from the heavens.

Why was the wait on?
In silence, among the few left;
afternoon at a spirit-yard.

Clouded, the grey outside,
hollow the prey inside,
A look-out for the missing link,
peace you find near your kin.
Empty altar and corridors,
as I walk to a Mother,
with a Son and beaded salvation.
for the mortal struggles.
Ah, at the divine aisle,
lonely, but she a happy soul.

Her wait, ever so calm?
Sparkling gems betray a fairy,
a soul nestled in love; out and in.

The deliberate return flight;
down fast, past her.
A glimpse again of angel eyes,
as I turn the east corner.
Sad, the good things,
how they never last.
David's chapter in the Big Book,
and few hours of solitude later,
am here to write dear,
your song with a longing heart.


(I met someone at Santhome Church today; with eyes so deep, I felt...)