Meditation
The Angel with a thousand eyes,
Watches us through evening skies,
Behind the stars with no surprise.
Though the Angel’s voice be strong,
It only speaks bright Angel song:
“Unseal! To Thee, must all belong!”
The Angel knows in direst night
The Forms that make things dazzling bright,
The Fires of Grace, how they ignite!
Angels camp around the house,
Disturbing not the slightest mouse;
With each Angelic verbal joust!
Seraphim with sword ablaze
Angelic forces all amaze,
And earn from Him eternal praise,
As sun now high in eastern sky
Cast out the night with loud wild cry
The Angel with the watching eye
Laughs mightily beside the Throne
To see order like slight trombone
Hit all the proper notes alone
And day new garden bring to life
With beauty cutting like the knife
Restored to splendid perfect strife
With Hollyhocks and Pansies prim
Rose of Sharon, Hibiscus trim,
All abloom because of Him—
Plants from the Angelic vendor!
Plants full of Angelic splendor.
Winter left, bright Spring appeared;
Our two pond turtles, how we feared,
Vanished, absolutely disappeared
Into the deepening green shade;
Into the garden Angel-made!
Amen!
