Angels And Humans Poem by Daniel Brick

The angel handed me a book, saying, "This contains everything you wish to know." He disappeared... The book melted into this world that is about us.
Paul Valery






















I wonder sometimes,
"Do I really need their help? "
Often they fly passed me, or
high above me so quickly,
I can only conclude that
they won't swoop down and
share my reality for a spell.
Their missions which require
such high flight and headlong
speed are more urgent than
anything troubling my single soul.
Or perhaps I am ahead of others
crawling between earth and heaven,
and angels deign to let me see
their maneuvers across space and
time to calm my heart and grant
my soul patience. And they have
planted in my mind a seed which
will send forth spiritual tendrils
of growth that will in due time
flower into cosmic knowledge.

Meanwhile, angels secure the cables
holding mountains to their bases,
repair flaws inside the gigantic
machinery of continental drift,
replace all systems of freeze and thaw
which will hasten the arrival of spring
in wintry climates. They have already
adjusted the signals billions of birds
receive to begin migrations... All
of this activity restores a cosmos of
change and charge, in which adepts -
both angelic and human - receive messages
how we are to inhabit and amplify
the Mystery of Things. Different degrees
of light emanate from angels and humans,
and both are necessary to illuminate
the world and make the earth radiant.

Let me play the angelic role for humanity,
and unseal a great secret that was never meant
to be a secret. We humans are not just bone and
skull, just muscle and sinew, just flesh and
skin. We are radiant beings whose inner glory
some twist of fate occluded and made us
foul and fallen in our own eyes. Angels have
opened our eyes to that inner glory,
now pouring forth into the world and
brightening earth with the double radiance of angels and humans.