St. Michael



If it had not been
for the child in me
I would never have
fallen asleep with
St. Michael in the room.
I dreamt of lies
and Revelation beasts
eating me alive.
I dreamt of Antichrist
who keeps me locked in towers
all regulation and stiff law.

I woke to find one arm
raised high above my head
holding what,
I didn't know...
Michael had put his sword into
my hand and gently said:
"This is Truth to cut through these
lies, and the Blood
of the Lamb is the only armor
given to children of the kingdom."

If it had not been
for the child in me
I would have seen that
blazing autumn tree only
as nature's last fire;
I could have missed
his wings tipped around
the edges burning vermillion.




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Fr. Raymond A. Bucko, S.J.
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