A bit of fun.
Angels with Their Feline Faces
Angels with their feline faces
leap up in the empty spaces
above my head like godly graces;
they sport in ecstasy.
Every wing like wild flowers
sparkles with some hidden power,
turning minutes into hours
and aeviternities.
Play the tambrel and the drum;
Juda's lion is now come.
Their whiskers are with white zeal burning
within the wheels of love now turning,
emblems of some endless yearning
in spheres most heavenly.
Their eyes are slits that cast out fire,
sparks of infinite desire,
as they jump and sway and gyre
in cosmic liturgy.
A lion roaring near my head
praises Zion, newly wed.
Like a shawm for holy masses
or the wind through garden grasses,
prayer of the saints now passes
through angelic harmonies.
Every halo like a story
wraps around the world with glory,
burning like the heavens hoary
with frosty dignity.
Send the message far and wide:
the Lion-Lamb has wed his Bride!
These ministers of wind and flame,
moving in some spirit-game,
praise the everlasting name
of true divinity.
A purr goes out throughout the ages,
for though the dragon shouts and rages
his doom is writ in sacred pages
of God's vitality.
Rejoice, for they have slain the Beast;
rejoice and join the wedding feast!
