gatekeepers of the veil
there are angels living among us
with years of education, clinical training,
decades of fixing, managing, restoring…
all tossed to the wind to attend to a soul,
to quiet the angry flesh that binds it,
gently redirecting faltering hearts
to embrace mortality with grace,
to enter the unknown known…
ER urgency, ICU diligence, code blue, crash carts,
extreme, experimental, extraordinary measures dismissed,
while convincing their charges to join them
having broken free themselves
from all that their worldly title implies, their mission now simply,
compassion, comfort, communication…
they have learned how let go control
with purposeful intention,
to escort souls in transition
some people call them nurses, but
I am convinced they are angels
it takes an angel who knows the way
to direct us safely through the darkness
to the other side toward the light
~kat
Na/GloWriPoMo 2026 Day 3 prompt: write a poem in which a profession or vocation is described differently than it typically is considered to be.
Today’s glimmer is my crow friend. He comes by sometimes just to watch. He knows I see him. I know he sees me watching him. There is something extraordinary about being acknowledged by another living soul who makes its presence known with intention. We do this, we two, my crow friend and me, together. I see you seeing me, seeing you, and I choose to pause in your presence for a few magical moments.
We don’t actually speak, but we both know. And that is enough, and everything!
Much love, peace, and glimmering presence to you. I see you!
~kat ✨✨✨💚✨✨✨
like mercury colliding... 