An Angel Composed Of Fire Poem by Daniel Brick

When I drift through the chambers
of my soul, I stop often and pray
for help in my search for something worthy
of contemplation. There is a flash of light,
exceeding even the speed of thought that
displays the truth of being I seek. I follow

in a partial trance as it unwinds its tendril
of connection to the same spiritual place
that holds me in thrall. The light I follow
pours forth illumination. The light resolves
its fiery nature into the shape of a pure
bright red appearance, like me in human form.


He stands within a wide circle of rays, all
the color of fire and shooting forth
in all directions, both blind and focused.
I bow in my own defense. But no harm to me
is intended. The red flaming character
assumes a posture like mine, readied for talk.

As my fear decreases, that energy promotes
a shift to understanding. I sense a communication,
a telepathy, swelling into articulate speech:
"We are one being, pale one, your part is intellectual,
mine is passionate. We balance each other, we act
in tandem, we are bound together, we cast one shadow.

"From this moment forward we are one being, I am myself
the Heart that burns in desire and heat, you the Mind
that thinks in desire and detachment. Together we will
live a fully sentient existence as the Angel-Man,
blended, united, bonded, ONE." I found my voice,
"What wonders we will perform, dazzling the angels,
dumb-founding the humans."