Angel Speak, by Jennifer Angelina Petro

Angel Speak

By

Jennifer Angelina Petro

 

 

Every night, a friend

Comes to talk with me,

Carrying word of faraway

And intimately near places.

Sometimes she talks,

Animatedly, with an urgency

Known only to those with important news,

Sometimes she talks

In gently bobbing waves of psychedelia,

Which carry me on their drifting

Clouds to the shores of morning.

Sometimes she chases me

Without a word—just pursuing me

As if I were quarry, sometimes

She drops me, plunging me

Into the day, sweating and panicked.

Even when she appears sinister,

I have come to know she simply wants

To send messages from the soul.

 

And every morning, I wake

And forget everything

She said.  Well, some of it

Lingers for a few moments, like

The scent of honeysuckle in spring;

But eventually, as I dress,

And rustle papers and books,

It fades, or lifts, or blows,

Or flies, or runs

Away.

 

I think sometimes

What if she ached to be known,

To be heard, to be validated, seen?

 

What if she simply wanted

To be there, like

An angel by the riverside.

 

Indeed, what if

All dreams were flocks of angels

Forming grand gestures and landscapes

Of secrets intent on revelation?

 

What if she was trying

To tell me she needed help

Or that the spiritual world

Was in trouble?

 

What if she was trying to tell me

That it’s time, as I sleep

Through my day,

To wake up and start singing?

 

 


 

 

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Lover and Beloved: Today, by Jennifer Angelina Petro

Lover and Beloved: Today

By

Jennifer Angelina Petro

 

“Lover,” said the Beloved, “Every morning you pray to me saying: ‘I offer you this day.  I surrender to your will, please give me the power to carry that out,’ which is, of course, a lovely prayer.

“Today I want you to try listening.  You see, I am the one offering this day.  It is yours—a gift I freely give to you and to all.  I want to surrender to your will, my Lover.  Tell me what your will is—I want to know and lavish you with whatever it is you want and need.  Of course, I already know what you want, and it is important for you to tell me—for that is what lovers do—they express their desires openly to one another, so that each knows how to please the other best.  And of course, I have the power to carry anything out, and so do you—that is another gift I give to you—freedom to use my power.  It is yours.

“So, Lover—I offer you this day.  I surrender to your will.  I give you the power to do the things you want and need to do.  Speak to me.  Tell me your desires.  This day was made for you.”

 

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Touching Souls, by Jennifer Angelina Petro

Touching Souls

By

Jennifer Angelina Petro

 

 

Wherever you are

Stop reading these words in your head for a moment

And speak them out loud.

 

Say, “wind,” and, “breath,” and, “spirit.”

 

Know this:

 

Breath carries sounds of words,

Wind carries them even further,

And all of it all borne on wings of spirit.

 

Put another way:

 

Words travel, like wind

Becoming us, like breath

Enlivening us, like spirit

Sharing us because.

 

Try these:

 

“Listen,”

Try, “lemonade,”

Try, “wish.”

 

Resonances come whether or not anyone

Repeats them out loud after you;

Faces lift and brighten,

Steps slow and lighten,

Some look up frightened.

 

Know this:

 

You touched souls

With the kind of inner refreshment

That only living wind and spirit feathers can bring,

You brought ideas, held in sound, held in life,

And the world will never be the same,

And neither

Will you.