Hope At the Gates Of by Holly Day

We wait for the odd angels to hear our prayers, wait so long
we’re not surprised when they descend clumsily and awkwardly like
large, winged elephants. When you’re this lost
you’ll take any type of salvation you can get, even if
the Messiah that shows up is dangling from a lowered rope
or has scores of helium balloons tied around His waist.

When the floodgates of Heaven finally open up
we’re all surprised to find we know people in the incoming crowd
who really don’t belong there, should not be in line
for eternal bliss or redemption. Rumors cycle
regarding possible payoffs and bribes, miscommunications of
the general Message, someone says your name
and laughs.

From: Day, Holly, “Hope At the Gates Of” in Cordite Poetry Review, 96: No Theme IX, 1 May 2020.

Date: 2020

By: Holly Day (19??- )

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