"Cherubim's Lament"

A Poem by masqued_muse

What goes on in heaven....

Judgment proclaims
that blood must be shed,
Wrath; excites demon's flame,
apathy is red.
Holiness can gaze,
only with righteous eyes.
Worship and praise
continually rise,
in twain they are covered,
by feathers of Light.
forever to hover
in the realm of His Sight,
Terrible Vision
that can strike you blind,
split-second decision
that will melt your mind.
Caught in the storm
created for Pleasure,
their wings will keep warm
their most adored Treasure.
Angelic beings
with godlike desire.
Drawn from the dreams
of Elijah’s fire,
whispers of nightmares,
birthed from stray stars.
Calculated diamond stare,
machines made for war,
Hiding each awful face,
from a Most Holy Throne,
from Adonai’s Secret Place
He trusts in them, alone.
No human could conceive
their purpose or plan;
standing ready, to receive,
His nod or sleight command.
My weakened sight may never hold,
this terrifying art.
but I could not wager in silver or gold,
the Love that shines from His Heart.
The gift that He has given to me;
in this earthen disguise,
cherubim can’t see what I see
His Reflection, in their eyes..