A favorite sonnet of the poet’s. She recites it to comfort herself in times like these.

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Recorded Reading (1:14): https://www.dropbox.com/scl/fi/l4sml8exeb6jxm9v5oj2i/There-Were-Angels-There.mp3?rlkey=ob0hiomgl04frky1jteb3ztf5&dl=0

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There Were Angels There

In all our works of art, through all of time
Everywhere this great world of ours upon,
We find signs of a Mystery sublime
Well worth our present meditation on

We find it in the painted records left
Of all the revelations ever known,
No matter the God-warp or Goddess-weft
To which each teaching afterward hath grown

We see it in the frescoes, murals, in
The statuary, each illumined book,
Every one to the others close akin —
We find it, simply, everywhere we look

No matter when it was, no matter where,
Without exception, there were angels there

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Homeless until removal of the stalker/targeter/vandal/arsonist following her allows her to approach any landlord ~ even for a private parking space ~ this poet presently lives under perpetual threat of towing with all possessions should her 23-year-old van stop running for any reason.

She is badly in need of a modest reserve with which to field any emergency which might occur.

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