The Physics of Angels
I suspect the world remembers everything—
time and word and bones flung together
and me in it, suspecting. If we can believe
in photons—entities that possess movement
but not mass, and if the spirit, too
is made of light—then who am I to say
I haven’t lived before—or you,
and thus this tenderness?
Who am I to doubt that grace
is elemental, like fire—or that souls
have no need of us, finally?
by Trish Crapo
from Walk Through Paradise Backward
Slate Roof Publishing, 2004
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