The Angel Of Silence Performs His Ministry Poem by Daniel Brick

Is this the Being of Light whose first
radiance I kindled? Was I the one
with the necessary gesture to release
the stalled spirit? Did I, mere flesh
and bone, play an angel's role in ignorance?

They descend from the silence of the Empyrean
and enter the zone of sounds, noise, music,
cacophony in our space of being. Sometimes they
create an cone of Empyrean silence in which
we can be at peace and feel the joy of angel-life.

The one named Aserel has chosen me: he hovered
over my life for weeks, he taught me the truth
of prayer and ritual, then he left me in a Cone
of Silence to test my resolve... I must have
passed these tests, because silence is sweet.

I'll watch the silence of Sonya's hands
as they prepare a canvas in her studio,
then paint the images which have grown
over time in her mind and now assume
their places in the world of art and life.

I'll listen in silence as Robert recites
a poem he knows by heart. He grasps this
silence as one of his tools, and punctuates
his performance with silent moments embedded
in speech, sound and silence in perfect balance.

And I myself will compose a new symphony, which
will dazzle those who love music and open the hearing
of those who have not listened yet. And perhaps
my guardian Aserel will add notes and pauses
from the Music of the Spheres to its natural texture.

And so it will be in our age that time and eternity
will exist in a common place and both angels and
humans will find its situation and begin to populate
it. And the wonder of this scenario is that the place
of meeting will be strange to both of us, and we will
discover each other as companions in making it a common home.