Poem for Today - Thursday October 2, 2014
OUR LOST ANGELS
Ages ago, clouds brought them near
and rain brought them to our lips;
they swam in every vase, every cupped palm.
We took them into ourselves
and were refreshed.
For those luckier generations, angels
were the sweet, quickening substance
in all light, all water, every morsel of food.
Until the day the sun changed some, as it had,
took them skyward, but thereafter
the clouds failed to restore them.
In time, streams gave up
every spirit, and the sea, unreplenished,
finally became the void we had feared
it would become, the void we had imagined.
And, as now, clouds brought only rain,
and the emptied rain
brought only the chill in which
we must now be wrapped.
© Scott Cairns, pages 152-153
in Upholding Mystery,
An Anthology of Contemporary
Christian Poetry, Edited by
Oxford University Press,
New York, Oxford, 1997