Angels Or Angles Poem by Mary Talbot Fee

Angels or Angles, two routes to receive.
You can dream and toil alone for 50 years,
But the formula to succeed
Takes an angle, supplemental or obtuse,
A new slant, a new acuteness.
A slice into a closed circle, a new area to hear.

The angle will never fly without a wingspan
Of graceful feathers, someone to draw a line
Between A and B, between here and opportunity.
An angel to link your peace through the inner circle,
A criss-crossing mosaic, colored by press and media.

A stained glass of spirit-lifting help. “Hear this! Here this! ”
A pressure point of hope locked against an infinite line.
Cupid’s arrow transversing space
Looking for someone to receive the love,
Pierce her depth, know her view.
A sideways glance, a tilted ear.

Lean in with buttress support, “Hear this! Here this! ”
My muse needs a lift, sounds and ideas echo
In revelation inside my thoughts.
My muse needs a catapult to take my voice
And bisect Fate’s ceiling, “Hear this. Here this.”

Mary Talbot Fee,3-21-09