Ballad of an Angel

I take flight with sky-tipped, shimmering wings
Overlooking the Earth with a human-bird’s eye
An anti-gargoyle perched in Heaven
piecing together the ever-changing edges
Of the brain-cell jigsaw puzzle
as it struggles to form within the people

I see God’s Love entwining all who let it thread through them
The strings of reality flick back and forth
at such speeds no one notices
But I can see the transparent and shaky picture created,
the blended, holographic image overlying it all:
Truth.
The energy resonates throughout my own connection
I feel it, the flow and tides of the Human Spirits
and each pristine quill of my wings flutters and glows
as I sing my praises to the Father.
I send out and share the message of Love
Which I am meant to deliver.

Then, I allow the misty cold winds of my post
to thicken my blood and settle.
Any ruffle of my feathers or disturbance in the weaving
I calm to sleep with lullabies from afar.
For though I may travel among this world,
the heat of proximity and the spark of friction
threatens to catch all of myself in passionate flames.
A Blue Seraph ignited to a fiery Phoenix.
Inevitably I burn up.
But will rise again from the ashes
Each leathery scorch mark a lesson
Never should you get so close.
These precious souls will find a way
without me in the end,
as I must fly also on my own
on the wind of God’s will.