To Quote the Poet: "Angel Voices"

 

 

   WHILE I definitely do not consider myself a poet, I try my hand at poetry sometimes. What comes out of my hand is my own hand's fault. Not my own. That's my disclaimer.

 

   I wanted to write a poem that tracked a common theme throughou the entire Bible. Something like an epic. While it didn't reach quite those proportions, here's what I ended up with. I hope you enjoy it:

 

 

Angel Voices

 

Hear the paean of angels’ voices

Lifted high by gladsome choices

Not to pagan king or Apollo

But, and thus not hollow, lifting high that Name to follow

 

At the dawning of the day

When God Himself set forth to say

‘Tis good—yes, world that He created

Not a wonder He belated, Deity o’er watching what created

 

Then it was the morning glories

Sang for joy, spun timeless stories

Of the Word that called the Light from Dark

Forever might that cry be stark: ‘Light divided from the Dark’!

 

But for all Creation’s wonders

Wrought by voice like soaring thunders

Finale called up from dust

Adam, in whom life was trust, raised from bosom of the dust

 

Hear it then: the angel’s whisper

Softly tempting to enlist her

Hear the angel’s lying voice

Deception, pride his path of choice, laden lies in serpent’s voice

 

She listened to the forked tongue

Conscience not within her stung

Eve, she first that wed a man

Stretching out the trembling hand, angel’s word on which to stand

 

Hear the moaning of the height

Groaning, foaming in the night

Angels’ voices fraught with fright

Weeping for the loss of light, Death’s o’erwhelming, chilling bite!

Shadows bearing length and long

Crushing all Creation’s song

Except the laughing demon throng

 

Message marked by angels’ voices

Dutifully given by faithful choices

To sons of men wandering abroad

Wandering prone from will of God, few turning, giving Heaven nod

Adam, Seth, Shem and Ham

Noah, Japheth, Abraham

By angels’ voices came word from He

Shifting eyes to majesty, at exodus command they flee

 

At Sinai ‘twas the angels voices

Solemn, frightening, pounding voices

Gave the Law to Jacob’s brood

Israel, in timid mood, took letters writ in granite crude

 

To messenger and prophet bold

Angels bore those words of old

Living out the tale told, bringing down the words of old

The Word Himself was soon to come

Begotten, Mighty God’s own Son

So by prophets spoke Heaven’s tongue

 

Hear the angels’ calling Hark!

To lonesome shepherds they remark

To God be glory, Peace on earth

No more wallow in the dearth, salvation comes by Savior’s birth!

 

Ministers of flame and fires

On Son they wait, as He tires

In the garden lowly weeping

Will of God observing, keeping, awake and praying, ne’er sleeping

 

Hear the angels’ silent score

Stringing, singing evermore

But quitted now upon the time

That crown of history’s purposed time: Son of God on cross sublime

 

Watching tears of God to fall

Angels’ voices wane and pall

Until three days He lay entombed

In sepulcher He lay entombed, but on the third the world illumed!

Shining forth from death and dark

Son of God, the nails’ mark

Seraphs’ clarion sing it stark: Light divided from the dark

 

Hear the joy of angels voices

Happy heaven all rejoices

Head of serpent crushed by pain

At calvary’s own crossed cane, by fountain of the crimson stain 

Hear the wondering angels’ voices

 

Looking in on Sovereign choices

Exulting before the golden chair

 

When a soul is won fore’er, won for Promised Land in air

 

 

And at the end hear angels’ voices

Bearing loud the grievous choices

Turning man from flames below

Saving gospel Earth to show, proclaiming Just their threefold Woe

 

But louder might there still be heard

Angels’ voices turned absurd

Slaves perverted, twisted within

Unleashed on world from dark prison, deceiving as the snake of sin

 

Though louder still the victory cry

When He is seen by ev’ry eye

Son of God, Lord of kings

Then ends Death’s blackest stings, ‘Behold, I make new all things’!

 

Then hear the dirge of angels’ voices

Tormented e’er for wicked choices

Wishing sin, for selves they spell

Eternal fire hot in Hell, crying clear their moaning knell

 

Churning brimstone with their hands

Scarred, undone, embittered hands

That once went fast to dark demands

Bound fore’er in blist’ring bands

 

But hear the golden angels’ voices

In Heaven safe by faithful choices

For ever as the saint rejoices, hear the chorus of angels’ voices

Long before His throne they stand

 

 

   ~norton