I was to be sealed to Mother & David,
only to be sealed to another man someday.
We were linked not individually by God,
but as units,
linked to one another by His authority.
I hadn’t been touched by an angel,
but by earthly messengers,
if not their message.
Yet, was it not that message
that had shaped them
into the angels they were?
Mother prayed that God would keep Caitlin
Alive long enough to accept the gospel,
& my heart was joyful,
for she would live forever,
as Mother’s mustard seed faith
filled an entire jar.
My life could be seen in terms of insurance:
Mother was term life,
having expired long ago,
I would pay for him my entire life.
We stood on the outside,
sharing a life
while witnessing a death.
Our reflections looked like
found in one another.