Angels We Are... Poem by David Levitas

Angels we are,
Fallen in forgetfulness,
Of how desire conceived
Upon sweet smelling
Flowers flesh received,
To swell the lot
Of those who swim
In timeless wombs,
Making choice
Of their mortality.

Angels we are,
Stripped of wings
Upon the morning's rise;
Teaching with the breaking
Spring, the glory,
Once Divine;
Now a maze
Of bloom and briar,
Which will and passion
Cannot untie.

Mortal we are,
Of bone and mind,
Making choice with feet
Not soaring Heaven wise;
Trembling like the shaken vine
At what the season,
And the harvest crush
Will bring, to all that's bound
By truth and sense
And made the bride, we've found.

Mortal we are,
Blushing Angel's kin,
Shedding each day, a sin,
Born at our conception;
Holding in our pride
The broken wings
Of all that's borne,
Mixed, from countless tombs;
Feeling for the hidden limb
To mend or tear, that groen,
Rises to its home.