A Spiritual Nexus Poem by Daniel Brick

The angels come and go, sometimes
distracted from their missions,
they are lost and wandering
for decades of our time. Eventually
they find themselves: they rejoin
an angelic cohort and resume
their mission work. But they
recall with delight their time of
wandering as a time of freedom
when the fullness of their being
was fully engaged. And their minds
were strangely linked to human minds
and strange emotions flooded them.

I have seen traces left behind
by angels rushing across space and time
in their seasons of accidental exile.
I believe on rare occasions an angel
has lingered in my presence and shared
his immense awareness with me but only
for the briefest moment. I once thought
angels and humans lived totally apart.
Now I sense those traces of a common space,
even though the Universe dwarfs their
occurrence. Some argue my patience
is wasted energy, that angels loom so large
it's like a snail summoning a human being.

What matters is the brief moment
when a human being occupies
the same place and moment with one
of the winged wonders, and his being
is made radiant in a flash of exchange.
He become for a moment an angel and
the angel becomes in the same instant
a human. The weight of this higher existence
overwhelms his human experience: he only exists
for a moment in a blazing knowledge of power.
But the angel is transformed forever
by a depth of feeling, fragile and sincere,
and wholly human. And so the nexus happens.