the persistent angel

“I am searching for one who will give me bread” An answer is heard “Do not trouble me, the door is now shut and my children are with me in bed”* “It is too late, the bread in the oven not yet baked” ❄
The day has been long with joy and laughter and too much to drink then turning his face
one more time the careless neighbor falls back asleep
Once again with a persistent knock the angel says “Please give me bread that I may eat”
And because of the persistence, he rises gathering a few crumbs
stumbling to the door promising a loaf with the rising of the sun
I wonder do we do the same, neglecting the rappings on our
heart strings? Until the angel becomes fainter and
almost unheard! But always returning with hope we will hear 🕯 🕯

My poem is inspired by
A parable in the ancient
book of Luke
‘A Persistent [neighber]”