‘I FEEL THE RUSH OF GABRIEL’S WINGS’
I feel the rush of Gabriel’s
wings, the shock that he should kneel,
the whispered question. I sing prayers
into myself, share my days, my fears
with him, helpless master, unmade maker,
God and man, my son and father,
Carried in me, weightless, faceless, Lord of life, of seas, skies, stars.
MICHAEL SYMMONS ROBERTS
