Night Eight

Eight Angels Came to Me On Eight Nights
Each one told a story********

On the eighth night
I ran into an angel dressed as Prince at the grocery store.

He spoke this prayer,

I am alone with my shoes and still I cannot move.
One step and the world might cease to exist.

Let me know in some abstract non-abstract way
in my soul, that we’re safe.

Let me be wise myself, trust wisdom,
let’s be wise together.

Let my soul speak freely to my heart.
Let my mind yield now and again
so my soul might lead.

I am carrying my soul with me wherever I go.
Ahead: a field, a small house, a mountain,
I unpack my bag, take out a sandwich, make tea.

I reach in, pull up my soul —
It’s a mouth now, a pen, a stick,
a candle — an inwardliness, [Emerson on Prov.20:27]

the light that burns within [Ex.20:27]
always
the first light hidden away for the
future — [BT, Hag.12a]
it has taken the shape of prayers.

Save me, my soul.
Pick me up and lay me down,
carefully.