Wingless grace

I can’t say that
I have
Anything
That would add
Or subtract from
What the angels
Left undone.

But if I dare
To dare
Would they
At least
Bow their heads
And smile
Over
My mortal
Mistakes?

And, if I cut my heart
To pieces, the
Smallest ones I
Can handle,
Would they
Gather them
And feed
Maimed birds
So
Even the wingless ones
Would be
Able to fly?

Or would the
Angels
Pluck their own feathers
One by one
So they could dance
In mirth
With
Wingless Grace?

16jan03

(Poesia de autoria de Lígia Gomes Carneiro
reprodução proibida sem autorização.)