Saints, angels and the shaking of heads.

At times I wish I was Catholic,
with patron saints for everything, but no,
my patron saint is vague as a ghost at dawn.
He takes frequent trips,
coming back on in the nick of time,
and occaisionally afterward.

About this poem

Inspird by the painting, which is a detail from Dali’s “The Angel of Port Llilgat”

I’ve always thought the idea of a guardian angel was a good one. It would be nice to feel watched over. But then, I make so many mistakes in life that I’d likely frustrate the hell out of mine.

Thank goodness for grace.

Tom