Watching From A Distance: (Like The Angels)

Watching from a distance like the angels, Everything we regard as great, must seem So small. Every detail and arrangement In the human sphere is like a brittle dream Compared to the immaculate Kingdom; That we cannot access. For we are trapped In shadowy, mortal lairs. O we long For our keen spirits to be free! Yet sapped Are our creative powers, by endless Tedious tasks, and futile distractions. Yet sometimes true artists and poets glimpse Beyond the sun; via teeming visions, Until the original, divine source Of Being is revealed to them. With words And images, they seek to hint at this Higher realm, even though it seems absurd, To those who dwell in abiding darkness, Or to those whose hearts are not warmed by faith. Yet those who perceive it clearly, are blessed. They know that this world still abounds with Grace.