After the game has ended in defeat
with my son’s final strikeout, his mother
says “I prayed that your guardian angel
would allow you a walk-off home run.”
The pitcher’s mother prayed for a strikeout,”
he replies, and now, many years later
on this second of October memorial day
of the Guardian Angels, I happily play
with his child and pray the Angele Dei
for all of us still hoping here.
October 2 is celebrated in the Catholic Church as the Memorial of the Holy Guardian Angels and some people say the Guardian Angel prayer on this day.
Angel of God, my guardian dear,
to whom God’s love commits me here,
ever this day be at my side
to light and guard, to rule and guide.
I hope to turn again one day –
turn from dark death thoughts to life,
to rise from the fire into lightness,
floating like the ashes that rise above
the flames and escape to the sky.
I hope to return to this time
lent us, because I hope the garden
will return from under snow, because hope
is dusted upon the slender one standing
in the distance, haloed by the sun.
This double Ronka poem owes something to T.S. Eliot’s poem, “Ash-Wednesday”, which begins:
Because I do not hope to turn again
Because I do not hope
Because I do not hope to turn
listen to T.S. Eliot reading the poem
First day of Advent, four red candles,
four Sundays of Advent, encircle the Christ
candle, white, the light on Christmas Day.
First night of Hanukkah, one day’s oil
lights the menorah for eight days. Miracles.