Feeding Angels

The wooden floors tan
with broken bread crumbs
fallen thin from the tables
of the poor.

The room is an empty
silence, as the poor
Christ’s have left
into the evening.

When a split - ripple
of space opens revealing
an angel - tall and
thin like thick corduroy
with a child’s grin, full
and wholesome.

Dressed in second-hand
clothes of Jesus’ glory
the angel cast a smile
playing my trumpeting
heart a tune of joy!

All is well! All is very
well! The angel leaves
like an eyelash falling
among the crumbs left
by the poor.

Without notice I sweep
the holy room knowing
that we also serve angels
with the bread of the
poor!

Dar Hurni 1-4-03

Dar Hurni is a longtime Catholic Worker & Friend.