Angel with a halo of hair
when I was on the border
you were there,
when tears in ambush gripped me
your undemanding, smiling eyes
held me safe within your care.
Angels and halos surrounding me
in the womb of secret faces;
light in darkest places
and dark within the light.
And the five beat beep of hazard,
constant music through the nights,
numbers running across a screen
is the soundtrack: an angel's rite.
Tomorrows came
midst the needles,
midst the weak and fragile threads,
in medicinal wonders
and the ministering angel-nurses
tomorrows came,
tomorrows came.
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