The Angels Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

The angels

We, all, walk on same Earth,
Powerful, powerless,
Rich and poor, all genders.

Sky was pregnant,
Placenta, amniotic water.

With the wind's strength
Clouds moved to change shape,
Danced, floated drops,
Whipped the rain, made flood.

I was soaked
Though covered,
In, beneath the shower.

Music of angel
Came to me of nowhere,
Unclear, and blur
It carried some question.

In reverse, I shouted…

In no time, soon after,
Came to me in person,
Heaven-sent-massager
Carrying mug and cake.

Now I am short of words
To say thanks, appreciate
The good will of angels…

Having been taught, I learned:
"Die with us bodies, wealth,
Background, cultures, race…"

So, let us paint on walls
Large, small murals
In the shape of care, love
That exist in our hearts,
Our brains, conscious, minds.