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Engela
Engela curates nature’s cruces and relations.
She proposes hues from gloom to brilliant light.
An architect of rapture or disaster,
the inspiring impetus of renewed life.
Engela’s mind is a wrecking ball, the conscious
consequence of my desire.
A repertoire of self-afflictions, amid her sweetest agile conditions
she coaxes my acceptance without guile.
My Engela is a balm of passion.
A passageway of tears toward ecstasy.
Through halls of sadness, chambers of gladness
I dwell within her love and safety.
And, Engela is my cadence of transfiguration.
She tends my many crowns of thorny feat.
When we are One, observing all as One
by the grace of God, we create and be at peace.
Written this week after someone graciously helped me learn an important lesson.
Kind acts are a bit like angels.
Joejohn Black, October 2022
