would we see the regal presence upon high?

Cascading clouds striate the beams of silver light,

the glowing platform held by Thrones spread across the height.

Glorious and awe inspiring the beauty and magnificence

bearing a brilliance radiating across the heavenly fence.

A chorus of Cherubim in rainbow haze

reverberate with the greatest songs of praise.

Wisps of willow, fluffy and bright, dance gaily

in unison with chords of music continuing daily.

The sky in shades of grey and a myriad blues

flow majestically with rippling depths and hues.

Seraphim flitter between the lowest and highest peak,

their voices repetitive as they continually speak.

“Alleluia, Allelu!” The vibrancy of their reverence synchronous

with the beating of wings, one pair a support, the other to veil the wondrous.

Obedience and obeisance the attention they give,

wary and reflective of God’s joy and festiveness.

Great power is evoked by the Dominion’s sweep;

Guardians whose eyes never close and who take no sleep.

Each day or night bears no mark for these sentinels

whose might is unchallenged by all who would present themselves.

The chamber, the audience room at the foot of The Host

humbles the mightiest and stops those who would boast.

Grace is the dwarfing of those who bear great strength.

Princedoms determine who will gain or lose through breadth or length.

Streams flow and from glaciers are fed across many domains.

Many are the kingdoms given to universal thought and restraint;

to apply themselves within the surge of ebb and flow

of that current that will its success allow.

The use of energy is controlled by the elements best given

to appreciate The Powers who by their support and in their wings

bring forward the challenge of light versus sin,

who stand as a reservoir for those who are willing.

The beating waves ripple from a murmur until they cascade

pulsating across time and space to assuage the greatest need.

The night wings of the owl beat in unison in the dawn

awaiting the quiet arrival of the breaking morn.

There are choices to be made in the dark and in the light

by those who seek The Virtues who guard those in flight.

The path that may be followed is narrow or broad

dependent on the perception of the simpler whose route is trod.

Who has brought the  message of the most significance to lowly man?

To bring forewarning to those who would refuse to learn.

Good news came to shepherds by an Archangel and heavenly host,

by the same messenger who heralded the holiest birth.

Wingéd feet have flown from farthest height to break the night

and to bring that touch of caring and display of God’s might.

Is Man alone in his own environment?

Is this realm of Earth only a place of merriment?

There are Angels who walk close by,

and they see not only the folly but also the wise!

Life is a challenge, effort is needed there is no doubt

and on occasion there is a call answered for those who cry out.

The Patriarchs feel the stress and the pain,

they resolve to alleviate all that they can.

They listen and hear too well, and shed their tears

while in prayer they are penitent and ask God to hear.

Humankind are in need of tolerance and understanding;

they are in need of the guidance and patience that Christ has given.

Dreamers wish to see the tomorrows through the stars

in the reflections of crystal at the direction of soothsayers.

Many have used their talents to cast down The Prophets,

yet only God’s truth has been the surviving and ultimate.

Words without insight and meaning fall by the wayside;

The resurrection of body and mind within the soul the only one to survive.

Good men who are Judaic-Hebrew or Christian are Saints,

chosen, not by man, but by other worthier proponents.

Character represented by action is the most important,

evidence of faith and duty the most sought after of the reverent.

Deeds speak well of the most humble whose humility

is the base and the epitome of how life can be.

If we have courage and face the darkness of night,

in the powers unleashed by the most ignorant who claim right

but who cast aside the true understanding contained in the sky,

then Martyrs we become who will readily die.

God has put before us when we look upon high

the wonder and beauty that our journey will provide.

1996 © Will George