To Ponder

I wonder if forlorn angels watch from heaven, Secretly coveting our indecipherable ways, Our leaps of faith and vagrancies of reason Stumbling hope which buttresses our days. I wonder if their eyes can see forever Hidden just beyond the farthest view Than any humans eyes could even manage- Visions which we might not wish we knew. I wonder if they stay beside us, ever Whether clothed with starlight or with flame. I wonder, if they once were given freedom, Would they leave and not look back again?