O' angel of heaven
O' angel of light
When you gaze at a looking glass
O what beholds your sight?
Is it a faceless form
Glowing and pure
With great white wings
Stretched out like an image of lore?
Or are you a form
Who is as one made of marble
Beauty unsurpassed
Who if I saw you, my jaw would go slack?
Are you made of mist
With wings light as whispers
Air spun and translucent
Embracing the sky as though to kiss her?
O' angel of heaven
O' angel of light
Tell me if I saw you
What would behold my sight?
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There are many pictures of angels, yet to see an angel doesn't mean the angel is holy. So many of us don't wish to be confused by such a sight and if we saw an angel, would we dare to tell anyone? Perhaps yes, if the angel appeared to us as beautiful...