TROUBLE WITH ANGELS
hanging out with Angels means deciding
making the choice I can't be near Them
learn at Their invisible knees of wisdom
if I just run with the party-hearty crowd
solitude's the temple where Angels teach
better sport spiritual sunglasses though
Their Light's as blinding as the noon sun
it's not that we see Them They see us!
see right through us see straight down
to our bare souls--all shadows expunged!
our trouble with Angels is the intensity
of Their ardor it's not like mortal love
stuttering compromised full of doubt
They love impeccably They never stop
never cease Their service for an instant
not warm and fuzzy or cuddly and tame
Angels instruct with a fierce exactitude
They compel us to transform ourselves
painfully shedding our old brittle husks
we're dumbstruck capsized by wonder!
once we feel such transcendent Intimacy
it changes us we're pierced by Holy Joy!
our worst loneliness isn't for each other
it's to be cut off from the Eternal Realms
Angels illuminate our aching to go Home