Landing Stages for Angels
and the Morning Star
The morning glories, white or purple, bloom
Upon the hedge as innocent as dawn
The morning Eve was made. The sun their groom,
They open, virgins all, their faces drawn
To upward angles, wishing for the stir
Of flying creatures and the feel of wings
Approaching softness, then the licking myrrh
Of tongues. The purple flowers bear alterings,
Imperfect on their petals, little flaws,
While sister light ones shine unblemished, quite
Supernal in their cleanliness. We pause
And think, though, that their flaws just might be white.
..Because the darker petals show their scars,
….Does not imply that they are not Christ’s stars.