The air from earth to Moon <br />honey-gold with souls and angels; <br /> <br />our every breath, rich with their spirit; <br />invisibility is their modesty. <br />To be unheeded, that’s OK too, <br />it’s the humility of love. <br /> <br />Angels; and those we call <br />spirits of another kind. <br /> <br />A harsh duty on those ‘daimons’, <br />to bring us woes that test us <br />for our later good. Our curses <br />mean to them, but duty done. <br /> <br />They too as all the rest <br />gazing only to their Source; <br />yet sometimes, sent as messengers; <br /> <br />their message clear, their journey <br />perhaps joyful with it; <br />their gaze is now on human kind. <br /> <br />What do they think of us? <br />Or are they past all thought? <br />Or, rich in the understanding <br />of our mortal souls? <br /> <br />Do they, announcing to that Mary <br />a miracle, <br />smile as they deliver? <br />How much do they reveal of Him? <br />Or do they in that instant <br />become her own humility? <br /> <br />The air, honey-gold with wonder; <br />we, breathing angels, <br />angels breathing us.<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/and-angels/
