Ministriles De Marsias: Stral Fungente D Amore Poem by RIC BASTASA

Ten angels praising
Ten angels singing

Alleluia alleluia alleluia
Praise be God
Praise be God
Of the MOST HIGH

Angelic voices
Pure pure pure

I am listening
My neck is growing
Giraffe like
My thorax is
Inflamed

The sound of heaven
Is to me, unbearable

Praise be God
Praise be God

I am listening and my ears are growing
Elephant like
I am flapping my spirit

The sound of heaven
Is to me, uncertain

Praise be God
Praise be God
The Most High

I marvel at the sound of ten angels singing
I marvel at the sound of the angels praising

My heart is growing
My body is shrinking
My brain is shrinking

Look! Look!

Praise be God
Praise be God
The Most High


I am a huge heart
Jumping with joy
Filled with holy air
Like a rubber ball bouncing to the sky!