Liza's Future Poems Complete Their Pilgrimage

We have climbed many staircases, and shoved open many heavy doors, but so far none have taken us closer to our goal of an angelic conversation. We find only only deserted apartments, or even worse, they are trashed before abandoned. Sometimes new tenants are squatting there and they are moved by our suffering. They break bread with us, despite their poverty, and bless us with their tears. Others are gruff and bitter. "Oh, you fools! On a fool's errand, no less! " shouts one prematurely stooped and gray man. "You, ever desirous pilgrims, always seeking a spiritual rapport with the Lord God. In His massive, slow indifference, HE does not see you. Your precious time is wasted." What can we do for one so sunk into his despair? A few of us stay behind and recite ourselves in his hearing. We also summoned the Angel of Rescue for his soul. We continue our mission: it is the completion of the composition process which began when you typed your rough draft and smiled because you saw it was good. And now you know your just written poems must complete a pilgrimage to the angels who serve the Spirit, and they will bless and polishyour human work with their spiritual grace. And then your poems will enter our troubled world, and accomplish what good they are meant to achieve.