Cherubim

The Heavens are as deep as our aspirations are high. - Thoreau

Whispering Angels by Agostino Caracci

in a halcyon, recondite slumber

a black, quixotic quietus

i heard the ethereal flapping of angels wings

echoing everything that faith sings

all that heaven brings

rich paupers and destitute kings

imbibition of creed from shallow wells and deep springs

plucking both loose and taut dulcimer strings

around and around with the innocent, virtuous whims of an undying breeze

zigzagging about and furtively watching over me

indelibly etched in what an untried morning brings

wondrous miracles and other resplendent things

Author's Note

"If within the sophisticated man there is not an unsophisticated one, then he is but one of the devil's angels." - Thoreau