the haunting echo of angels wings

Who, if I cried out, would hear me

In the orders of angels? If an angel heard

And in a sudden movement I were taken

to his heart,

Into the presence of his greater Being,

Would I not be consumed?

For beauty is the beginning of fear,

A movement we can hardly bear,

And we marvel that it serenely refrains

From destroying us.

Every angel is terrifying.

I hold myself back and

swallow the luring call

That came out of the dark, the sobbing.

Feeling now my need, to whom can I turn?

Not to angels, not to humankind,

not to animals

Who already know that in what

I call the world,

The world as interpreted by me,

I am not at home. There just remains perhaps

A hillside tree I daily pass,

Yesterday’s street, and the false faithfulness

Of a habit which liked being in me,

Stayed, and never left.

Oh and there is night, night, when

the wind,

Full of the space of the cosmos, feeds on

our faces….

For whom would she not stay, longed-for

Gently undeceiving night, with effort


In front of the solitary heart.

Is she easier for lovers?

Oh but they just use each other to cover up

And hide their own fate.

Do you still not know?

From your arms stretched wide

Cast out emptiness into the space

We breathe; and perhaps the birds

By their more sensitive flight

Will feel the air extended.

….Rilke (First Duino Elegy)

the angels seek us out first…..inhabiting that sweet spot where we make space in our hearts….when we embrace that space & disappear down into that fundamental self, we  are being born, deepening our truest core…..the love that only angels can nurture in us….

We must learn to reawaken & keep ourselves awake,

not by mechanical aids, but by an infinite

expectation of the dawn.

….Henry David Thoreau

engaging with wings….

Simple Night  (A Diatribe to Self)

I beg of You, Self- After

day ignites end-time, rouse to the night,

the colander of sifting stars, stars that breathe You

in. The night will wrap You in Your stars. Stars thrive,

shine out and refuel You.

They will remind you of You.

With your gaze free from the day-rubble,

your altar to Self alone in holy attention,

possibility will ascend from the chipped cup of day.

Your distractions, obsessions, and petty cries

will overflow and empty. I remind You so clearly,

possibility ascends, like Rilke’s solitude.

Your night shadow calls You out of yourself.

Let go of the day; empty the aching, stone-filled

weights of burden. Here at last, the night stars

quell fear, swallowing whole,

all impasse in your heart.

You ask, Yes, but how? How do I

hold the soft bowl of night, and how do I cradle

a taut life? Altars and overflowing cups?

And I say again- With your cup emptied,

silenced in sanctuary of simple night-

Become the stars, anti-day’s

frolicking children. Refusing to sleep,

You abandon the crushing grip of strain.

Quickening into expansion, your bruises fade.

No, this is not You in the day.

No, this is not Rilke’s Self.

For where his beauty is terror,

and Self the annihilator, I say

Self is beauty, and night the annihilator.

Hallowing the Self in simple night,

your own tight solitude, your own sudden

shifting, sanctions the stars to Light.

I beg of You- Become the stars.

Free Rilke’s Self. Become Your Self.

….. In Blue

6 thoughts on “the haunting echo of angels wings

  1. It seems a gift that the night comes and the sky opens and the stars are revealed to us, reminding us we are divine sparks, each the same, we blend and merge under the light of ten thousand suns … Beautiful poetry …

    • I love the quiet of night and the dark time before dawn. The hush of the stars and the stirring space of angels. This thin veil of being…….may the angels find you g.f.s……

  2. “Become the stars.”
    Because we come home to ourselves as part of something that stretches to ‘all at once’ through our star scape; our infinite escape inwards is the journey out and vice versa? Interesting connections drawn and you’ve illustrated it in a thought provoking way.
    Thank you.

    • Maybe we know ourselves more freely in the night & simply by being in the quiet….in between…..sometimes the stars feel a little closer…..the ‘infinite escape inwards’……cogent & subtle evocation of the senses….thank you…..may the night pull the stars in……

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