ANGELS

Whether de Chirico's
Jewish Angel

or Chagall's with violins
and rabbis in bluish skies

who dive hurriedly to the earth
for a brief space from all sorrows

by effaced griefs
of tomorrow's colors

at brief dawn's sleep
summoned by a musician's art

and granted to give
relief to us

from sparks of exile
from our mirrored life boats

at least a belief
in hearing from you

as eternal light in a chorus
surprised by our rejoicing.