The Lower Angels Poem by Daniel Brick

The Lower Angels



You won't believe this, but it's true
Angels sleep, not because they need rest.
They need dreams... Their dreams are
neither memories nor prophecies. There are
moments when an Angel, one of the Lower Angels,
sinks deep within his ambient soul. Distances
and heights, silence and racket, doors and
walls, barriers and open roads - all collapse
as the Lower Angels sleep and dream. A space
of contingencies is liberated. It is here they
gather and read their dreams, all of them.
Joseph descends from his intimacy with Jesus,
and sits with them, and reminds them there is
little difference between dream readers and
common folk...

The Higher Angels, whose beings are matched
to the Throne of God, are puzzled, as they look on.
And a puzzled Higher Angels worries, and they must
dispel this worry. They speak in their thunderous voices,
they summon the dreaming Angels to wake up,
to rise up, to abandon earthly terrain. They say,
"Brothers, we will give you a second sight,
if you return to Heaven, and stay perpetually
awake, and deny your dreams. We know, Brothers,
this is best."

The Lower Angels are crushed, and turn to Joseph,
who smiles over them as he rises, and returns
to the bower of Jesus. He says nothing.
Both Jesus and Joseph expect the Lower Angels
to speak in their smaller voices to the Higher Ones.
One bright and fiery Angel named Melatron
raises his head, so his voice will pierce
the silence of this Sixth Day of Creation.
"Brothers, we will remain here below. We will
soon be needed to perform new tasks for Our Father
Look at the animals still dazed by their life,
look at the the plants and flowers, the trees and
swirling waterways. Everything is blessed with
divine existence, and those of us who sleep
and dream know there is another wonder
about to be." And Melatron bowed deeply
and all of the Lower Angels who sleep and
dream bowed with him...

"And God created humans in His own image,
in the image of God He created them,
male and female He created them. And God
blessed them. And there was an end to the Sixth Day."

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Angels play a major role in modern Western Poetry. Why is this? Perhaps as belief in a Creator God faded before a fashionable 20th century atheism, poets felt the need to put angels of the
imagination in the now empty heavens. And thus poets preserved theholiness of the world until people found God in His Heaven once again.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Liza Sudina 21 July 2019

Angelic mind is maybe thousand times quicker than genius human. It is hard to imagine and all our fantasies probably are dull even to imagine it, we may utter only one word to convey it: Wonder! And it is not even faith - why? - we " KNOW there is another wonder about to be" , to quote you.

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Glen Kappy 19 July 2019

hmmm... the imagination in this, daniel, is interesting—sorry can't think of a better word at the moment. as you know, i'm pretty earth-bound in my poetry. i don't think much about what awaits. with the recent passing of my older son, though, i have been reminded we are surrounded by a cloud of witnesses and comforted to know our spirits live on. blessings galore from the top of your head and down to the floor. -glen

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Jane Campion 19 July 2019

Poets like painters reveal Angels. Then, they exist outside the thoughts of their creators from myths. To see is not a test of reality. Reality is the test. Good poem dear poet.

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