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Pat Hegnauer

About this Christian Poet:
Pat Hegnauer has been an acting teacher, producer, actress and director. She founded and produced four theaters in Newport, RI, and acted as artistic director for 2nd Story Theater for twenty years.

Presently she's a playwright and poet. Her plays have been produced in Providence, RI, at Perishable Theater, 2nd Story Theater, and in New York City at The Raw Space, and Tribeca Theater. Her plays have had staged readings at University of Rhode Island, where she won Best New Playwright award in 1996 and 1997, the Middleboro Arts Festival, Middleboro, MA, and the Sandra Feinstein Gamm Theater, Providence, RI.

Pat's poems have been published in The Crone's Nest, Scriveners Pen, Moon Dance, The Newport Review, Skywriters Literary Journal, and The Great Swamp Gazette. Her first chapbook, A Few Uncompromised Letters, was just published by the Premier Poets Chapbook series.

Afternoon Angel

In the delirium of an afternoon
nap an angel dug a blue tunnel
through my dreaming pillow,
whispered into my asleep ear,
"this is not a dream, although
when you wake, you'll remember it as one,
just as when you're asleep,
you remember waking as a dream.
Both states confound."

Then she asked,
"may I take your dream?"
I forgot what I was dreaming,
and tried to say, go ahead,
but was lock-jawed sleeping.

She flew me to the Sistine Chapel.
"Great painting," she mused,
flying around the busy blue.

"This is a kind of reality,
a dream, in a dream, in a dream.
God's word written, read,
then mulled by an artist
inheritor of genetic dreams,
from his parents, their parents,
and so on, manifested through genius,
work and diligence into an image
real, and a dream in your dreaming head,
along with me, a reality
you'll remember when you wake.

I wanted to appear to you,
let you know, everything you imagined
as a kid in your sand box
is the truth of it all. So don't be
afraid, nothing can destroy you."

Then I heard the heavenly bells
loudly ringing and ringing,
waking me for vespers.

                   Copyright©2003 by Pat Hegnauer