HEAVENLY VISITOR
Suddenly my Angel was there.
And even as I write this line
with conscious artistry and care,
she bends in front of me, divine.
“Ask me whatever comes to mind,”
that winged and brooding vision said.
“My Name!” (for I am old and blind) –
the query tumbled from my head.
“Namo Amida Butsu!” Lord
have mercy on the human race.
I never heard a kinder word
or saw such comfort in a face.
21 July 14