!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>The Poet-Angels Who Came to Dinner by Aberjhani/title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>The Poet-Angels Who Came to Dinner/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 itemprop=”author” class=”author”>by Aberjhani/h2> div itemprop=”genre” id=”content”> p>1.br /> Neither had been invited but both were welcomed.br /> They spoke through wordless intuition, cool nods ofbr /> “Peace-Be-Still,” and, “As-Goes-Love-So-Goes-Life.”/p> p>Their quiet burned my brain with inklings of wondersbr /> to come––as I set my table with what I had:br /> half of a cheese sandwich left over from a lucky day./p> p>2.br /> From the eyes of one, my meager offering drewbr /> liquid letters and symbols that splashed into gobletsbr /> until they overflowed with flavors of wine./p> p>The second stranger laughed. As he howled, theirbr /> sorrow and their joy set my table anew—laid it heavybr /> with glazed yams, marinated dreams, and aromatic breads./p> p>3.br /> Then their wings spread and revealed feathers painted with the names and words of poets known and unknown. Echoes of vows and prayers explodedbr /> blinding songs of light./p> p>By the time I could see again, my guests had gone.br /> I stared at the bountiful table they left, too stuffedbr /> with awe, to feast on the generosity of their grace./p> p>4.br /> A knock at the door made me think they’d returned.br /> It was instead an old grandfather, homeless, with threebr /> children whose parents had been lost to war and disregard./p> p>They had not been invited but all were welcomed.br /> I nodded through tears of wordless intuition:br /> “Peace-Be-Still,” and, “As-Goes-Love-So-Goes-Life.”/p> br> /body> /html>
