An Angel Weeping
After being strained fiercely once alone,
The Angel trembled seeing a flower,
Over his eyes cast his wings – sole bower.
In his bitterness of thought, out light shone
Into a grey, lilting veil of no one.
Wings of mercy, he knew, had no power
As to what, in sin, man’s eyes could lower:
Raphael never did what Man had done.
Split by the majesty of humble land
And the heaven of Our Father proudly,
He saw a mirror in a flower’s dew.
Never worth a tear am I when I stand –
His face was hid, yet his tears cried loudly.
Michael held him—gently—as angels do.
