Holy Guardian
or, Wherefore Inform & Believe
Who lives but to guide you, nourish, remind you — of
What you know once (& should still): the Love that founded you finds you
When sighing from sorrows, you toy with regret, from some
Where just ahead you hear laughter & 'Don’t give it up yet!'
(The extent of thinking to question)
Why —
(of this dreaming, like wise)
(is not thinking to answer)
(because — still — only — & sleeping — )
but
given
this Beauty
these Joys
& this Now
give your Angel a Moment to find you —
— How
dedicated to you
by a female Faust
this revision may be final
Winter Solstice
Plague Year (2020)
