Moon and Sun

For there to be day, there must also be night
It is a startling thing to see the moon in the sun’s sky
while day is bright

We, mere mortals, gaze up and guffaw
We say, “Fickle moon, it is not your turn,
go back to the darkness, abide by the law.”

As though the sun is sullen and won’t share the sky
As though we don’t know,
without the sun, the moon would die

For Joy to visit people, Sorrow first leads the way
So why then when Michael came were we shocked
that Gabriel sat down to stay?

I felt guilty when Gabe wouldn’t leave
I said, “Gabriel what are you doing?
Don’t you see, it is our time to grieve?

The world is in turmoil and collectively so
Yet here you are luminous –
You must go!”

How dare he distract me from my duty to host Michael?
Are these not the end times?
Is despair not vital?

“And yet,” said Michael, standing beside his brother,
“The battles I’ve fought in you- fear, loss and injustice-
I’ve not won without my other.”

“Thus,” added Gabriel, in his palm a parcel,
“Feel both fear and joy.
And to us, be not partial.”

I accepted his gift and nodded to Michael
Gabriel had gifted me new love and Michael?
propensity for survival!

“Archangel of Death and Archangel of Light
I accept the gifts you’ve bestowed me
I will no longer fight.”

No longer will I look up to see moon and sun
Only to tell them, that there can only be one

And since that visitation when both ethereals come to visit me
And when that happens, I receive both of them graciously
And simultaneously.