Guardian
by
From the apex of my eye,
I see mighty seraphim,
exalting me to burn with-
out as I once burned within.
On other thrones ophanim
whirl, devoted, round and round.
I'll never reach their pinnacle
they will never touch my ground.
But far from lofty summits,
away from virtue praised,
attending to me constantly
my guard angel faith conveys.
9 comments:
I know my guardian angel has had to put in some overtime.
Thanks!
Most do! At least until we get smarter. :)
I wouldn't see it as a guardian angel, but certainly our ability to thrive, to survive, and approach the journey accordingly.
I'll never reach their pinnacle
they will never touch my ground.
just lovely/..
Anthony - thats the thing with guard angels... you don't see them. :)
rambler -thanks!
Man I'm so in debt to my gaurdian angel it's not even funny. I heart my angel. :D
Lovely poem as usual!
Meghan, thanks!
The good thing is, guardian angels don't need thanks. They'd do the job even if you were an ungrateful wretch. :)
Wow I really love this poem ... such vivid imagery ... beautiful!
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