✧◦◦ Midrash ◦◦✧
Leave a commentNovember 14 by The Running Son
✧◦◦ Midrash ◦◦✧
Names: the angels age-old complaint.
Breath bated, waiting
for unified frequencies to collide (but not abate),
exploding with a nebula’s strength and weight,
and a pulsar’s intense density,
thereby coming to rest
with graceful ease, being each angels natural State.We shall drink, all,
from the cup that never empties—
love, the substance angels desire and envy;
the muscle-fiber
braiding heavenly hopes, weaving them
however briefly,
with weary human souls,by fate ∞
by Jim Aldrich
©2013 JimAldrich
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