Seeking after Angels has made
me jealous of those who read more
than I have, have thought and said
what I could not find, have written
what I wished I had, have an imagination
lit by that earthly and unearthly light
that is not afraid of the dark. Who have
risked the act of teaching while I,
like a monk removed, pray for what
I do not know and answered in ways
likewise. The jealousy is intense,
the transformation of time and space
into bread and wine, the hunger that drives
me to fast to be fed by manna from the sky,
to have my thirst quenched by water from rocks.
The pursuit of Angels has maddened me
and yet I say, “Bless me before you go.”
-Byron Hoot
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