~

 

The Angel of Agony 

Kneeling alone in the garden shade, 

Bedewed with blood; drops fall to 

Thy bed of green earth, pleading with Him

For all tormented souls, the dying and the dead.

 

Until that Beatific Vision, 

Thou art blind; for even in Spirit 

Thy purgatory, which comes like fire, 

Is fire without its light, fight in desperation

The war to uphold His Wisdom. 

 

The Angel sweetly Caresses,

In her arms: carefully dipping thee

In the lake, without a sob, through the flood

Thy rapid passage take, sinking deep,

Deeper into the dim distance, whereupon

Yellow light flickers, 

Thee reawakened with forgiveness. 

 

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