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I wasn’t thinking
of anything in particular
when they came over,
I just looked up and there they were,
a host of silver angels on the wing,
bent on some purpose, I know not what.
The perfect majesty of heaven
moving with inexorable grace,
indifferent to what was below them
save through their radiance,
their luminous beauty,
which touched my soul
and caused my heart
to ache with longing.