A Lack of Angels

Today the angels are not whispering.
No words come, and the events of your day
are simply events. They
have no context, no history,
no lessons to be savored or feared.
There are no glories.
The day is gray and the gray
has no meaning.

Exhaustion? Perhaps.
Or perhaps it is the angels way,
a reminder that you are more human
than even you realize,
and there is only so much you can take
even with angels on your side.

About this poem

I have often said that most days I don’t feel like I write poetry as much as it just come. Today the muse failed me. But I wrote anyway. Kind of like life. You go on anyway.

The painting is “Saint Jerome and the Angel” by Simon Vouet, one my my favorites. I often visit it at the National Galleries in DC when I am working in the area.

Tom