The Angel Of Soul-Love Visits Aphrodite Poem by Daniel Brick

... passed time that we met, Aphrodite.
I am, as you may already realize,
the Angel of Soul-Love, aka the Angel
of Necessary Love, aka the Comforter of
Broken Hearts. That last title is very new.
I petitioned the First Eschelon Angels
to grant me the power to comfort, and they
were sympathetic, not to me, to you.
Oh, you humans! You move our angelic hearts
with your suffering, with your willingness
to suffer for what you believe in, for whom you love.
We angels can feel no pain. We were made that way.
So why is it I feel your longing and must reach out?

Desires rush into your souls and lodge there,
they feed on your heart-fibres. Even after
you find your soul-love, your hearts
do not rest in the dailliness of love:
you suffer still the course of love.
But I can assure you in a few centuries
your whole race will be raised to Glory.
All desiring will cease, your souls will be
perpetually at rest in the Glory of -
Oh, wait, Aphrodite, I misread your Fate:
in a few millennia, you will be raised to Glory
of Being. Millennia, not centuries, but how
does Time matter when Eternity beckons?
Aphrodite, why do you bow your head?
Why do you weep? ... Have I hurt you
with my angelic grandeur? I thought you
were ready to receive your Fate...

Aphrodite, raise your head and face
the morning light, which even now sheds
a portion of Cosmic Light over you.
Look into my eyes, don't turn away,
look deeply and you will see the heavy
sway of FATE arrested, poised, neither
falling nor rising. Thus it will remain
until you have recovered your human strength:
it is HOPE... That alone is what you need,
it will shine again throughout your being.
And the Unmet Friend, whose image fills
your heart, is close in Time and Space, closer
than your next breath. Breathe deeply, Aphrodite,
and exhale, and your desire will be fulfilled.