Angels Aware (A Villanelle)—Ryan Elizabeth

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Angels Aware (A Villanelle)

by Ryan Elizabeth

I’m not aware, but I believe the angels are—
at least, from what temporary little there is to convey,
the inexplicable extraordinary is never far.

I caught a glimpse out the window of my west-bound car
of something unimaginably beautiful at play.
I’m not aware, but I believe the angels are.

I’m on the verge of something, ‘neath the earth’s bell jar—
I can see, as the burning sky’s colors surround me in the sun’s display—
the inexplicable extraordinary is never far.

I strain, when my eyes land on a distant, fiery star
“How long?” like a hymn at the break of day.
I’m not aware, but I believe the angels are.

Unknown faces linger near, yet off the radar,
amongst each silent prayer and fervent phrase:
the inexplicable extraordinary is never far.

Sometimes I weep there, in the front seat of my car,
because is there anything left unsaid to say?
I’m not aware, but I believe the angels are;
the inexplicable extraordinary is never far.

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Ryan Elizabeth is the daughter of singer-songwriters and the granddaughter of a master artisan. She writes to remind readers of the extraordinary within the ordinary, crafting contemplative stories that explore beauty in the midst of sadness. You can find her on Instagram @ryanelizabethcreative.

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