The Angels Poem by DM W
The Angels
The angels record events but don't feel their flow.
They watch us from a distance. For they are God's spies.
Angels perceive things in slow motion. They don't know
The meaning of fleeting desires or human woes.
They are cold, aloof and august. They don't know love
Or the warmth of true communion. Although we
Seem to idealise them, as they float above
Us, I wouldn't trade this life for eternity.
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8/15/2025 11:32:19 AM # 1.0.0
I see what you see Dominic, in your more than fine poem. If you have the time check out The War In Heaven, The Complete Version. For after reading it nobody would ever want to meet an angel and especially an Archangel. Eternity is a vanity curse for the wishful weak of mind. Many thanks for writing and sharing this. Take care and enjoy life.