The Messanger's of God


Through the silence of the dark and the murk
In ties that bind the mortal with the immortal
In the gift of love there is the Dove's work
Co-excisting on Earth's Plain that we must share


There names and spirit faces, I know not
Only delighting in the spell of their radiant beauty
Many generations of the great creation have repetitively  sought
To seek out these invisible helpers from the City of David


In brightly lit hues of hearts fire red
They descend from the winter white tunnel
Created from the ashes and the dust we are awakened from our bed
In a sea of blues and greens the Arch  Angels have come


These heavenly hosts, the Sons of God
Hold the melody of our prayers
Entrust in thee and you will see
That these are the messangers
The messanger's of God


Marina Feb 4/2000