The Flight Of The Seraph

The wings of the Seraph
unfurl.
Fluttering, flitting.
Soaring the heights of the heavens.
Gliding, riding the winds of dreams.
The winds of grace.
The winds of muse.
Penetrating gossamer clouds
and emerging.
Sailing on jet stream of impossible concentration.
Whirling on gusts of abandon, merriment, glee.
Floating on breezes of relief and palliation.
Diving to exhume the lost souls
from the depths of lakes of fire
Egressing with souls in arm,
their rebirth.
The flight of the Seraph is at hand.
Prepare for deliverance.