Touching Angels

[birgitta_nell@y]

I wonder, do you dream of touching angels?
Would you reach through the heavy blanket of space and time,
And gently cup their sweet faces in your palms?
Would you allow your rough and marred hands
To brush delicately over their velvet skin,
Showing such a vulgar contrast between your mere humanity
And their supreme divinity?
Would their holy aura be rent by your intrusion,
As you rip pure innocence away from their hearts?
Would your fingers tangle in their silken hair?
Would you cause them a burning pain?
Do you dream of touching angels?
Fool, your fantasies are lies!
A strong measure of arrogance is needed to entertain such ideas.
Who are we to reach out to the divine?
We cannot hope to come near to such holy and terrible creatures!
Angels are not like chaste maidens,
We cannot strip them of their glory any more than we can understand them.
They are set alight with unfathomable passionate purpose!
We can hardly grasp their existence
So we fumble around with images of musical infants…
No we cannot touch angels, we are too impure.
But take heart little soul!
There must be a reason for our inhibition.
What our eyes cannot see is not meant to be seen by us,
We are not meant to know, thus we cannot reach them.
Therefore turn your thoughts away from misty day dreaming
Look out to the beauties of this realm.
Forget your dreams about angels,
It is not yet our time to touch them.

[ampoule]

I wonder, do you dream of touching angels?
Would you reach through the heavy blanket of space and time,
And gently cup their sweet faces in your palms?
Would you allow your rough and marred hands
To brush delicately over their velvet skin,
Showing such a vulgar contrast between your mere humanity
And their supreme divinity?
Would their holy aura be rent by your intrusion,
As you rip pure innocence away from their hearts?
Would your fingers tangle in their silken hair?
Would you cause them a burning pain?
Do you dream of touching angels?

I was rather floating around imagining all of this ^, like being tantalized by a loving, quiet voice, when all of a sudden...WHACK! And I sat there, very straight, eyes wide, trembling as I read this...


Fool, your fantasies are lies!
A strong measure of arrogance is needed to entertain such ideas.
Who are we to reach out to the divine?
We cannot hope to come near to such holy and terrible creatures!
Angels are not like chaste maidens,
We cannot strip them of their glory any more than we can understand them.
They are set alight with unfathomable passionate purpose!
We can hardly grasp their existence
So we fumble around with images of musical infants…
No we cannot touch angels, we are too impure.

And then, that quiet, loving voice came back, and I relaxed...a little. I found myself somewhat guarded though, watching for that fire and brimstone preacher voice.


But take heart little soul!
There must be a reason for our inhibition.
What our eyes cannot see is not meant to be seen by us,
We are not meant to know, thus we cannot reach them.
Therefore turn your thoughts away from misty day dreaming
Look out to the beauties of this realm.
Forget your dreams about angels,
It is not yet our time to touch them.

I just really liked this, those two voices.

[goldenrod]

Thank God I have never tried it, whether through humility or an impulse that was father to the deed!

An original poem of great depth and freshness, is how I see it.

goldenrod.

[Shurtugal]

that was absolutely beatiful! may i print that out and post it on my door? ( i post everything i like on my door)

[birgitta_nell@y]

Hey guys, thanks for the comments, I appreciate it very much! Feel free to print it Shurtugal, I'm quite honered that you would like it that much! :-)