I am the bird that flutters against your window in the
and your closest friend, whom you can never know,
blossoms that light up for the blind.
I am the glacier shining over the woods, so pale,
and heavy voices from the cathedral tower.
The thought that suddenly hits you in the middle of the day
and makes you feel so fantastically happy.
I am the one you have loved for many years.
I walk beside you all day and look intently at you
and put my mouth against your heart
though you are not aware of it.
I am your third arm, and your second
shadow, the white one,
whom you cannot accept,
and who can never forget you.
(The Rag and Bone Shop of the Heart: A Poetry Anthology edited by Robert Bly [translator], James Hillman, and Michael Meade, p.428)
This inner angel that Jacobsen describes so magnificently is a part of yourself. This angel is analogous to your deep, inner Self. This angel is a personification of your soul. “[I] put my mouth against your heart.” With the breath of the divine, this angel infuses your heart with joy. “The thought that suddenly hits you in the middle of the day and makes you feel so fantastically happy.”
When you deny your angel, she strives to get your attention. Sometimes softly. “I am the bird that flutters against your window in the morning.” Sometimes loudly. She speaks through the “heavy voices from the cathedral tower.” But ever persistent. “I walk beside you all day and look intently at you.”
She is your deeper goodness, your white shadow. She ”can never forget you.” By her remembrance, you are renewed daily. She breathes life into your heart again . . . and again. She whispers in your ear “I am the one you have loved for many years.”
Photo Credit: Photo by Madison Berndt at Flickr Creative Commons.
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Betsy at Zen Mama says
I have an angel post this week, too. Love this poem and your interpretation of it.
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Thank you for your kind comment, Betsy. I’m glad you enjoyed my post.
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My mother used to speak of guardian angels often….thank you for this!
Thank you for your comment, Rebecca. I’m glad you appreciated my post and its topic.
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