An Angel When Faced With Beauty

An angel was gazing on the window The multitude’s erratic flow below And – oh, so suddenly – he did throw A vase where a flower managed to grow! The rose traveled so fast, too fast, He didn’t know how little the fall would last. A being made of future, disposed of past, the surprised angel pale, his mind aghast. “I saw”, his cold lips uttered, “a face so beauteous, I couldn’t imagine that God, O Glorious God, would create me be so jealous!” The angel hid among the stars in shame, So afraid to have his sin raise in fame – But, oh, so ironic – his aim missed the dame.