Have we lost our gatherings
of angels among us, seen or unseen,
after all these long years?
Have we forgotten
their tender mercies,
their gentle tidings,
their keening for us all,
even amidst the discipline
of Time's meanderings,
adrift in starlight?
It is not for us to say,
to determine what Life holds
in its reserved embraces ~
it is only for us to observe
and hope to interpret
with lingering language.
We can only accept circumstance
and try to change it,
learning to supercede
its efforts and effects
as best we can,
understanding the limitations
and imitations of survival's wrath,
its nobility
and mobility of sudden charm.
We attempt admiration,
an acknowledgement of Grace
when it appears on the horizon,
just as the sun sets
within a distant dream...
Honorable mention
Adding your comment:
My goodness, woman... 
...this dives right into the depths of the soul. The beginning questions existence itself, in so many ways, and how we have strayed from what really matters in our lives. So far gone into the "material world," that we have forgotten what's important. This work continues to rap us on the brain, as we read, too! Beautiful metaphors, rich language, wonderful alliteration.... in other words...Amazing poetry!! Masterfully penned, dear one, as always is with your work. No wonder i love it so... Brava!! 
