Archangel Of The Most Reviled Poem by Saiom Shriver

Perhaps it was first said
by kind scholar Haynes
that Emma will give you
blood out of her veins

When others say 'no
room in the inn'
Emma's sure to say
'why do come in'

When others say
'impossible'
Emma always says
'I can'

She forgives the most
angry roars
because she sees
the painful scars

Her geiger counter finds
hearts cut in twain by pain.
She the first to say
'they know not what they do'
Everytime she gave
away
her kind heart it grew.

She knows that broken
souls derailed from the tracks
warm with the fire coming
through their big heart cracks.

Befriender of the 13th fairy
not invited to the ball
Loves the leper, the pariah
.. the ostracized.. the blackballed

Treats the suffering
as her own child
She's the archangel
of
the most reviled