19 April 2008

Writer's Island 4/19/08 "Triumph"


Guardian

by Constance



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:

Anonymous said...

I know my guardian angel has had to put in some overtime.
Thanks!

Constance said...

Most do! At least until we get smarter. :)

anthonynorth said...

I wouldn't see it as a guardian angel, but certainly our ability to thrive, to survive, and approach the journey accordingly.

Rambler said...

I'll never reach their pinnacle

they will never touch my ground.


just lovely/..

Constance said...

Anthony - thats the thing with guard angels... you don't see them. :)

Constance said...

rambler -thanks!

Meghan said...

Man I'm so in debt to my gaurdian angel it's not even funny. I heart my angel. :D

Lovely poem as usual!

Constance said...

Meghan, thanks!
The good thing is, guardian angels don't need thanks. They'd do the job even if you were an ungrateful wretch. :)

Fenny said...

Wow I really love this poem ... such vivid imagery ... beautiful!