I've been done in by the beauty;
I've been done in by the truth.
Now there's nothing left but goodness;
Goodness knows that's true in sooth.
Through the door the sunlight breaks,
Lighting up the grass:
"Enter," says the Angel voice,
"Our table's set for Mass."
#441
Thrones
The Angel has a hundred eyes
And wings too swift to count;
The Angel sees to your soul's dark depths
And reckons your account.
#410
For Pookie
The broken angel stands beside
The bright moss-covered rock,
An early harbinger of spring,
A grave in a backyard plot.
How much love will a small spot hold?
How much affection to fill
That which matter can never contain
And no matter turn to nil.
#265
Impossibilities?
I know the sound of one hand clapping,
Heard the toll of the wooden bell;
I've even heard the cries of the damned,
As I journeyed round the circles of Hell.
What I've never heard,
No matter how quiet,
Is the beat of the wings
Of an angelic riot.
#236
Misperception
An Angel of the Lord came down,
All light and wings and eyes:
"A UFO," the people cried,
"Has finally touched our skies!"
