My nephew saw a blue angel rise
from a polished copper vase
that cradled gravely bits
of my mother. He was chanting
a poem in Hebrew as the electric
blue feathers fanned out
& flew in pieces to the upper corners
of the sanctuary. The roof opened up
& the feathery blue essence tumbled out–-
woosh–-like a speed train into the sky.
You may notice I use the word blue
but it was a blue vision, surrounded
by blue, illuminated blue & received
by blue. You could say it was a hallucination
but several attendees saw it, scraps
of blue traveling up, disappearing.