Madam Manuela And Sir Klaus Fleischmann: Angels On The Road Poem by Dr.Suryaraju Mattimalla

On a cold day in Regensburg,
Divine intervention led us to meet.
We were aliens in an alien land,
Bearing tears, bearing heartaches,
But you came like the sun in a morning.

You did not ask for our names ahead—
You saw our hurt before we said a word.
You stood at the side of my dead baby
As if you had known his soul all your life.
Young people never have shown you the grove.
But yet it did you find it.
And put roses where our still-bleeding hearts.

You are not only two people--
Angels trotting on mortal feet,
Bearing the perfume of Kindness.
Thine eyes have wept with ours,
And at that moment,
Our sorrow was lightened.


As we left Germany to go to France,
You carried your love over to foreign land,
In forest and winter nights,
Over the dread of thorns, nails,
Crocodiles and hyenas in our way.
Care for you came farther than wind,
More than the boundaries of states.

Assuming that love eradicates deportation,
Were care to wipe away each refugee pain,
We know how every lost one thou wouldst raise,
And establish them on sure foundation.

The evidence is you know
That the world remains a human world.
It is thy other self the desert-grown jasmine,
The shining of the star in times of storm.

By my wife Selamawot,
Of my son Saviour,
My late son Stanford,
Out of the little things in front of thy mighty heart--


We are grateful.

May God bless your hands to hands that give.
Your eyes that look
Manuela and Klaus Fleischmann, your hearts that blind.
We will hold your love forward forever,
Like a lantern shining on the road.