Inspiration from the week

On Saturday, September 29, we celebrate the feast of
the archangels Michael, Gabriel, Raphael. I offer this poem on angels by Nobel Prize winner Czeslaw Milosz.

On Angels

All was taken away from you:

white dresses,

wings, even existence.

Yet I believe in you,

messengers.

There, where the world is turned inside out,

a heavy fabric embroidered with stars and beasts,

you stroll, inspecting the trustworthy seams.
Short is your stay here:

now and then at a matinal hour, if the sky is clear,

in a melody repeated by a bird,

or in the smell of apples at close of day

when the light makes the orchards magic.

They say somebody has invented you

but to me this does not sound convincing

for the humans invented themselves as well.

The voice—no doubt it is a valid proof,

as it can belong only to radiant creatures,

weightless and winged (after all, why not?),

girdled with the lightening.

I have heard that voice many a time when asleep

and, what is strange, I understood more or less

an order or an appeal in an unearthly tongue:

day draws near

another one

do what you can

sculpture by Christopher Erney

About lchavez64

Seeker. Dreamer. Ordinary girl.

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