Our Angels
Some people say
There is in everyone an Angel embryo,
That knows not what it may become.
The body’s double coil,
Our time, our life, our fate
Is but a chrysalis, in which the Angel-pupa grows.
And then in Angel-birth, we die.
But ghostly traces of the larval stage remain;
The faces of newborn angels
also bear
A faint reflection of their origin.
But hear my warning:
Between metaphor or myth,
and simple truth,
I cannot make distinctions,
or none, at least,
That also make a difference.
Beautifully profound.
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Thank you. We can only talk in metaphors about such things, so we must do so, but in the small print warn the reader that our metaphors might not be the approved ones…
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As long as we were trying to find a true fit at the time then who should disapprove!
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