the light of their eyes

too much push––
too much pull––
the bottom line is
greed.

war is merely
a background noise
to cashing in.

the oil in the ground
& the ground
is ours––
the future is
not our problem.

angels
arrive, with the dust
of heaven
on their wings––

they do not speak.

from the glorious
light of their eyes

we learn
the gentleness
of clouds––

& the generosity
of rain.

not of this world,
they remind us
of home

& of promises
of the heart
that we almost failed
to keep.