1
To build a pyramid which is simply
a very large pile of rocks
you must understand
the angle of repose
where any of us myriad beings
most easily come

to reclining rest, without falling
painfully broken to pieces
with great thundering, crashing
crushings.

2
I’ve always struggled for balance
but only now in my 82nd year
do I understand how all along
the winding way of this
delicious hurtful life
I’ve been in one constant
wrestling match with yet
another Angel.   Yes!

Adjusting as I fly out—
Here:  such sudden sharp
excruciating angles!
There: to follow this next
sudden impulse or that brief
certainty.

All I’ve ever noticed
before this moment
are the grains of scattered
sand brushed off Your flowing
golden robes.  If only
I could see You! 

3
Yet every night, I lay
my body down in bed,
pull the blankets over me,
sighing happily in the delight
of letting go this day
I’ve gripped so hard it hurts,
never before understanding

it’s into the arms of the Angel
of Repose I gratefully recline
to be cherished, comforted
and renewed.
                        11/11/25