I invited an angel to sit with me.
She said she could not drink of
the fruit of the vine, but water
was good for both of us.
I tried to find the words to tell,
that would make it all clear to
her and to me, of all I feared
and all I almost dared hope.
Cold water from a deep well.
May her and I never thirst now.
The day was dawning in Gehenna,
and was it at all real, this Light?
She touched her hand to mine,
light and love and softest warmth.
The sun was so golden and full
and my eyes hurt to see it.
Hurt to see what was coming,
what could be, and what I was
before it. The angel drank her
water, and we sat in silence.
Sorrowful, bright light shining on us.
