Face To Face
Angels are
those filmy things
with stereotypical wings
on which we throw our fancies,
quite expecting they will catch them in the air.
I think I met one, once--
said he knew a seraph who had really tried
to teach him how to fly, but
he never got the hang of it.
He didn't really mind, he said,
since travel was much faster anyway
by light beam.
I guess he was
my kind of angel...
didn't preach, or try to soothe my fears.
He only let me know
the chariot wheels still roll above my head,
though space walks make more sense to me.
For who can fathom energy
that transcends life and time?
I'm not quite sure about those wings
since after that, a closer look
was not a thing that mattered, really.
I stood a moment in that light
and saw Elijah,
...didn't I?
~
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