Fallen Angels Poem by Varghese J Kuttikat

In a way, we are all fallen angels, fallen from grace
O LORD, you created us humans in your image, says the Scriptures
Did you conceive, us O Lord, a little less than angels,
Or far greater, more glorious than the winged ones?
In fact, what provoked their burning bitterness?
In some blessed moments, O Lord, we sing our songs glorious
Sometimes full of inspired, hilarious, winged songs
Sometimes, we sing in an agony of trance, recognizing our uniqueness
In our vanity, we sing and soar up, let us persist in our sweetness
We shall be reduced to dust, yet we dream the dust would bloom in bliss