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.
From our padded pews in the darkness,
incense of popcorn heavy in the air,
light flickers figures before us, not gods,
movie stars in this half-life heaven where
sins are forgiven and whispered prayers unanswered.
From the sandy hillside, this tricolored heron
walks the stone steps with more dignity
than our President, and surveys this world.
As it was in the beginning, now
my intercessions rise with his winged leaving.
It’s about the courage to let go.
Is that the right word for surrender?
Staring into it. Mindless. Egoless. Not knowledge.
Not intellection. Knowledge is full of labor,
but love, full of rest. Contemplation. Unknowing.
Influenced by reading the The Cloud of Unknowing and The Book of Privy Counseling
A sonogram, but no thoughts of babies
whose images paper these walls, just sounds
from the scanning wand over conducting gel,
ultra and as unheard as my prayers
to the ghostly images on the monitor.