Aserel, The Angel Of Silence, Inspires The Trio Poem by Daniel Brick

The angels descend from the silence of the Empyrean
and enter the zone of sounds, noises, music,
cacophony in our space of being. Sometimes they
create a cone of Empyrean silence to simulate
their home where mind links to mind with no speaking.

The one named ASEREL has chosen me: he hovered
over my life for weeks, filled my soul with angelic
disciplines, then he left me in a Cone of Silence
to test my resolve. I responded with prayerful poems
made with my human craft in sweet angelic silence.

I'll watch the silence of Sonya's hands
as they prepare a canvas in her studio, and
then paint the images which her mind has shaped
over time and now assume their identity
in colors and forms on the completed canvas.

I'll listen in silence as Robert recites
a poem he knows by heart. He grasps this
silence as one of his tools, and punctuates
his performance with silent moments embedded
in speech, sound and silence in perfect balance.

And I will compose a new poem which will dazzle
those who also love writing and will perhaps
inspire those who dream of being poets to become
what they dream of. Aserel may add notes and pauses
from the Music of the Spheres to its natural texture.

And so it will be in our age that time and eternity
will exist in a common place and both angels and
humans will find its location and begin to populate it.
And the wonder of this scenario is that the place
of meeting will be strangely new to both of us, and we will
discover each other as companions in making it a common home.