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.
