Once an angel sat down next to me,
In the form of a homeless man,
On a graffitied park bench and
Said to me:
“Why you’ve been an idiot.
What else are mountains for-than to climb?
And what more are sights for-than to see?
And while your blood is running through your veins-
-oh what more are mornings for than to come home
in the clearer air of the lightening sky?
and with a smile-
suuuurely I was asleep.”
He smiled proudly down at me and i nodded far too politely-
WELL you just don’t get it!”
i’m sure he could tell by my face
this was a strange thought indeed.
“would you rather wake up fifty years from now in the same haze you’re in today??
don’t deny it-
we slam down on the alarm clock everyday-
to pound its beating out of our way
WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP!
and then you’ll pull your eyelids out
to paint the pretty face-
that you’ll never see.”
all this talk was too much
i was used to a 5-step program
high school, college, marriage, kids, death
and where is the fun in that?
but it is a pleasure
to befriend strangers on park benches and talk
to something you don’t know.
it is passion to greet the middle of the night as a well-known friend
and to abandon the same morning cup of coffee
for a wander through the woods
so let it ring in your hearts-
i am not dead!
now we were friends-the tattered angel and I-
he taught me-
you are not one inch more than anything
you make yourself to be.