'John died' and 'i have met Angels'

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‘John died’    and ‘I have met Angels’     1980 into presence Memory Etrrnal's love. Love.

John died,
murdered by another of our species.
John
sang, preached, protested
chanted, intoned, sometimes yelled-----
learned
Peace, hope, and love
are lived.
John opined,
"Don't believe in death;
I think we get out of one car
and get into another."
I miss my Grandfather more,
yet I miss his voice too.
Maybe they're singing
"Imagine,"
driving a Model A.
Maybe not.
Maybe not knowing
is their sweet stream's ripple?
Then I recall,
breathe a refrain:
looking for angels and gods
goddesses and fairies
when right before our eyes,
if we dare,
we'd see humanity's divinity.
here, in your eyes I behold -
i see.

      "Angels can fly because they take themselves lightly; devils fall because of their gravity. "— G. K. Chesterton

'i have met angels'          timothy r gates, 12/2/2012

walking
i do not always see
or stop to perceive.
i have met angels,
at least I think so,
while asleep - while awake.
children are easy,
only seeing what they see
no need to know,
damn, I love their perceptions
when they go on in storytelling I hear myself,
with my illiterations and thoughtful exceptions.
i have met angels:
wee ones who shouldn't have hope, love
hoary haired ones not hearing clearly, listening
a friend crying at my hospital bedside, praying
worn out searchers, knowing
unknown soup kitchen servers, loved
candle trimmers and incense lighters, ready
alone mums nursing in public because there's no house, at home
children playing with strangers - children too, hoping.
Angel feathers fall to the ground,
unnoticed save for these dancing with them
Angel wings often melt and fall to the ground,
but they're still Angels
Angels soar,
except when they tumble downward
Angels fly, again,
when another one below joins their flight.
i have met angels.
at times i've beheld them and said,
"Thank you,"
they nod, knowing i'm not too good at flying.