Cherubs With No Wings

From on high to the crowded corners of the world's temples, castles, cathedrals From frescoes by the hands of grand masters or sculpted alongside leering gargoyles cherubs look down from heavenly perches Many myths abound about cherubs - they direct desires, prompt passions, hours to cherubs are lifetimes to us When believers hear a bell rings an angel has gotten its wings Riding cumulus clouds in an aqua sky Vaulting lightning bolts to earth Shooting arrows into human hearts Coyly cowering in naves, abiding deities' demands Making mellow music, fulfilling dreams denied When 12th century Gothic sculptors crafted church cherubs, adoring peasants marveled at how the honored the Eden Garden fable By divine right they played their ancient antics One 15th century cherub mused that when Raphael painted him, it was intended that his infantile face would portray pure sanctifying grace In 1946, George Bailey of Bedford Falls had planned his own suicide Angel Second Class Clarence was charged with saving him - after 293 years of wistful waiting, Clarence would finally get his wings The godly greet the "Power of Myth", they know that "...the bell tolls for thee" - pray, "Appeal to our better angels" There are no wings for us mere mortals Only believers hear those bells ring So, in the vast domain of spirits and angels, does it seem trivial to be concerned whether or not a cherub has wings or not, in the face of this world's "Pandemonium"? Listen for the bell