
There are angels on the subway
With good intentions at the door
Mixed flowers in a spring bouquet
As feathers fall upon the floor
Prayers meant just for heaven
Filling the ears of the divine
Grace and mercy given
As miracles move down the line
Holy and mundane meet
Turning tickets and turnstiles
Traveling at a high rate of speed
Under streets by blocks and miles
Sacred and sacrilegious join
The profane and the profound
Two sides of a mirrored coin
Hallowed feet on mortal ground
Entertaining angels unaware
Almost everywhere we go
miraculous moments of savior-farie
As our hearts and halos glow
About the Creator
Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
Telling stories my heart needs to tell <3 life is a journey, not a competition
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Comments (9)
Love this one for when my time comes, I feel that I will either be a guardian angel of some kind or ghost just trying to help others. Good job.
Still loving it, lol.
Beautifully written, with that Kelli flair! Love this one.
Beautiful poem. I enjoyed reading it.
This is a lovely and immersive poem, Kelli. I especially loved the wordplay. I had not heard the quote ‘entertaining angels unaware’ in decades!
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This is just such a sweet little poem, finding the holy in the everyday. I particularly love the metaphorical expression "Two sides of a mirrored coin," so nicely implying the conjunction of the worldly and the spiritual. It makes you view the world, including a subway commute, with a sense of awe.🤎
The way you explore competition, struggle, and resilience is powerful and thought-provoking.
Simply beautiful, my friend. Well done.