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Like living flame, their faces seemed to glow. Their wings were gold. And all their bodies shone more dazzling white than any earthly snow --Dante |
Had he looked up he might have seen angels of light dancing above the
throbbing bright squares-in whirlwinds, will-o'-the-wisps, and golden eddies-but he didn't
look up, for...he had seen angels many times before. Their faces shone from paintings;
their voices rode the long and lovely notes of arias; they descended to capture the bodies
and souls of young children; they sang and perched in the trees; they were in the surf and
the streams; they inspired dancing; and they were the right and holy combination of words
in poetry. That's all
an angel is, an idea of God. Angels and
ministers of grace defend us. |
So
many wings come here dipping honey and speak here in your home Oh God. I looked
over Jordan and what did I see? |
For
He shall give His angels charge over thee, to keep thee in all thy ways. They shall bear
thee up in their hands, lest thou dash thy foot against a stone.
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