Our 'Masters' Have Entered Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

'Angels we have heard on high...
Sweetly singing o'er the plains.'

Every uplifting song we've sung,
Rejoices in the arrival of angels.
Now that they have come...
Some deny them!
Some are stunned!
But 'they' are here.
And that will be clear to everyone.
We have never been alone!
Perhaps in our 'aloneness'...
We can confess to being self-centered!
But our 'masters' have entered 'this' space...
To expand the meaning of our existing comforts.
And deplete a disturbing conceitness!

'Angels we have heard on high...
Sweetly singing o'er the plains.'

Every uplifting song we've sung,
Rejoices in the arrival of angels.
Now that they have come...
Some deny them!
Some are stunned!
But 'they' ARE here.