Is this not great Gabriel descended
from heaven to view earth in purest air,
spirit and light cast in vast hues, blended
emerald and scarlet shimmering there
above us—massive feathered wing, raining
gown falling toward Norway’s snow-glazed torso?
He hovers in silence, glow explaining
all we need see of living, or more so
afterlife. Love, listen how we chorus,
you and I, hypnotized by his curtained
corona sequined with stars. Before us
this celestial messenger makes certain
we understand what our world’s never known
before, what we must share after he’s flown.
Roger Armbrust
December 5, 2011
