This week’s poem in the Catholic Poetry Room is by Gerard Garrigan, O.S.B.
My Guardian Angel Went On Strike
My guardian angel went on strike.
He claimed conditions were unfair.
He said that he was forced to work
Without a break, yes, every day,
Yes, every minute, every hour
To chase me this way and then that.
He claimed his wings were quite-quite shot
And so, he went on strike today.
And so I asked his boss about
A scab who’d like to take his place.
He laughed, then told me there was none,
Not one among th’angelic race.
Gerard Garrigan, O.S.B. is a monk of Saint Louis Abbey. More of his poetry is available free of charge by e-mailing him at: email@example.com.