Life Angel

In addition to being a blogger and a pastor, I recently began working as a chaplain.  I wrote the following poem inspired by my experience, after working a 24 hour shift at the hospital.    I hope it blesses and speaks to you.

And I’m not just whistling Dixie here!

Your progressive redneck preacher,

Micah

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Life Angel

Angel

At night I hear your soft feet dancing

hummingbird wings aflutter beneath

the echoes of footfalls on tile floor,

sharp voices crying out “breathe”,

the snip of scissors cutting cord,

and husky words echoing “its a boy”

I feel your wings overshadowing us

as I sit beside the bed-side

of a brown haired man,

tubed, wired, and worn beyond his years.

Your wings fall firm as a hand

joining mine on shoulders wet with tears

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I see you dance O Sister Spirit

a-glitter with florescent hallway lights

twirling like flowers caught in spring wind

swirling in the many-hued patterns shining bright

upon monitors buzzing over patient bed sides

the dances which end where life begins

“Sister Death,” sweet Francis called you,

but I know your true name: Life Angel.

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