Angel Angel

He had grace,

And a golden glory,

So that men would fall to their knees.

He could not see though.

His eyes were long gone,

And he was blind.

He could not feel.

Where were his fingers?

A shadowy embrace was all he had to give.

A statue of cloud.

He had no mouth –

He could not speak.

He had patience.

It cursed him.

Slowly,

Eternity by eternity,

Patience was his companion and his self.

He was solace to the desolate,

Comfort.

Eternity by eternity, he held their grief.

Tearing him apart.

And he held their sudden bliss.

Far worse.

He was forgotten, always.

Seeing brief glimpses of life only.

Ferryman between land and shore,

Forever.

So weary.

He had no tears,

So he could not weep.

He had patience.

Eternity by eternity,

He broke.

And patiently,

He grew cold at the thought

Of Paradise.