Angel Wings

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Angel Wings

Category: Writing and Poetry

The warmth of the light of dawn

touches my wings,

The song of the Bene Elohim warms

my heart,

They sing without pause in praise...

In the distance I observe the

mighty Seraphs pondering just

what the business of the day

should be (Raphael winks and smiles).

Upward I soar,

above His temple in the eternal city,

My Heaven,

My Paradise,

My Home!

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