Watching From A Distance: (Like The Angels) Poem by DM W

Watching from a distance like the angels,
Everything we regard as great, must seem
So small. Every detail and arrangement
In the human sphere is like a brittle dream
Compared to the immaculate Kingdom;
That we cannot access. For we are trapped
In shadowy, mortal lairs. O we long
For our keen spirits to be free! Yet sapped
Are our creative powers, by endless
Tedious tasks, and futile distractions.
Yet sometimes true artists and poets glimpse
Beyond the sun; via teeming visions,
Until the original, divine source
Of Being is revealed to them. With words
And images, they seek to hint at this
Higher realm, even though it seems absurd,
To those who dwell in abiding darkness,
Or to those whose hearts are not warmed by faith.
Yet those who perceive it clearly, are blessed.
They know that this world still abounds with Grace.