The angels descend from the silence of the Empyrean
and enter the zone of sounds, noises, music,
cacophony in our space of being. Sometimes they
create a cone of Empyrean silence to simulate
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Hey, Daniel! Good to see your new postings for me to take in. Random thoughts to this one: The five line stanzas remind me of the significance of that number as explained by Jungian psychiatrist Allen Chinen in either In the Ever After or Once Upon a Midlife, studies of fairy tales that pertain to later life. And Jesus saying To know Thee is eternal life—in that spirit, in that Reality, things are always new as you suggest in the closing stanza. -Glen
Your glance of a spectator is what enchanted me from the beginning. And unearthly-airy musical atmosphere of your poem. You will be included into your angel, he in more bigger sphere, and so on, as in the Russian matryoshka.
P.S., a third random thought to your last stanza: The newness we experince in the moments of realized Love may be, at least in part, what the author of 1John is getting at in Chapter 2 where he says, I’m not writing anything new here... On the other had, perhaps it is new, freshly minted as it is in both Christ and you... And one more thought, I explore this newness in my poem Pristine. All the best of the world and spirit to you, Daniel. -Glen