Angel

Angel

The Saviour of the World.

The Son of God. The King of Heaven.

The Ancient of Days.

The Sun of Righteousness.

Immanuel.

The Prince of Peace.

The Mighty God.

The Everlasting Father.

Wonderful Counsellor.

King of kings.

Lord of lords.

The Babe of Bethlehem.

We could not believe it when the word came through:

‘Serried ranks to report for singing duty.’

There had been rumours of a war on the eastern front but this, this came totally out of the deep azure of High Heaven: Planet Earth, Tellus, third out from Sol, minor planetary system, far edge of a distant Galaxy – about as far from the heart of the Universe as could be.

And HE

from whom – through – to – by whom

ALL THINGS

seen unseen sentient consentient

EXIST AND HAVE THEIR BEING

becomes less than the least

yet more than…

How can giving up … risking all … release such…?

We are … we remain wordless.

For my part I could have left them to themselves…to their choices…

The Burning Ones fell. They made their choices…never to rise again.

But these … neither one world nor the other. These… who live by

“I will I will not

I may I may not”

filing the fulcrum

swinging the seesaw

of tomorrow today.

These come-and-go-humans who blow hot and cold on a whim…

For my part … but my part is to serve and to sing.

I bow in wonder

The Divine Majesty

The Step

The Stoop

The Saviour of the World.