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Four Great Archangels  || Raphael | Michael | Gabriel | Uriel

 

angels and ministers of light

It is not enough to comfort, 
It is not enough to heal 
It is not enough to restore
It is not enough to make strong. 
 

                    we need, 

an angel of light to stand over every bruised and hungry child
every baby who cannot stop crying 
every infant who has lived in the terror of screaming and angry adults. 

It is not enough to hold, and cuddle 
It is not enough to bind and clean
it is not enough to whisper stories in the dark
It is not enough any longer - to escape

                    we need, 
strong lords of implacable light, and judgement. 
to stand between the little ones  and the people of terror, 
the big fists and the flailing arms, the shouting and the rage 

                     we need 
angels of revelation to stand between their temper and our powerlessness, 
angels of inspiration to show them that there is never an excuse, never a good reason to batter the pain ridden: 

it is not enough 
to whisper prayers into the darkness, 
to reclaim our own minds, to be healed, 
to rise triumphant from our own hard times, or to learn to improve ourselves. 

                         we need
an angel of light to stand by every ravaged child who bleeds and sobs in the dark. 
                and we need to become such beings ourselves, 

                         we need
an angel of strength to walk the way with every child to whom the streets have more companionship and love than home, 
                  and we need to become such beings ourselves, 

It is not enough that we have learned to make our own way in the dark,  to stand on our own feet, to protect our own
                     we need to teach others to do this for themselves, 
 

                      for every distraught parent
we need an angel to stand watch, 
that the child be not left alone and distressed, 
for every child who has ever seen their parent's knee caps shot off, who has watched their parent raped, who has gone hungry, lost, frightened, harried by bombs or uniforms, 
for every child who has been taken from their own home, 'for their own protection' rightfully or wrongfully,
for every child who has lived through religious persecution of their own, or from their own people, 

                     Let it stop here. 
                   Let it stop now. 

Let it stop and be turned. 

We need rank on rank of angels, 

We need angelic minds, to clear the debris of cliche, presupposition, and the acceptance of what is wrong. We need to think with surgical precision and instinctive intuition.. We need burning, holy charity, and passionate logic.. 

We need the servants of the tribe of the Archangel of the element of air, who dwell in lung and in cell, in nostril and in skin, 

to clear, to cleanse, to refresh, to heal.. 

By the two edged sword of discernment, Divider, Bringer to both birth and death.. 

          Hear our prayer ! 

We need angelic hearts, to clear the debris of sentimentality and false drama, to learn our true feelings, their discipline, their tide and their naturalness. We need the warrior strength of the heart, the mutable strength of the ocean's deep truth, 
to clear, to cleanse, to refresh, to heal 

We need the servants of the tribe of the Archangel of the element of water, who dwell in cell and flesh, in muscle and skin, 

By the double edged waters of truth, Divider, Cradle of birth, Womb of death..

       Hear our prayer ! 
 

We need angelic spirits,  rage of fire, poise of soul. Discipline and Lion of justice, ectasies of mind, messengers of perilous hope, encitement to inspiration, the purge and self giving of the inner being of fire, the all consuming justice of the inner self. 
to clear, to cleanse, to refresh, to heal..

We need the servants of the trible of the Archangel of the element of fire, who dwell in nerve and reflex, light of eye, and burning energy, 

By the two fold fires of truth, inspiration, focus of the ever changing dream, who reduces all to ash, 

        Hear our prayer

We need angelic flesh. practical spirit, rightness and wholeness come to earth. We need to respect the intricate beauty of flesh, the window of soul, we need the humbleness of flesh, we need to treat it tenderly, lovingly, for our bodies are innocent, and only our wills are twisted and enraged. The flesh is weak, but it has an innocent intelligence. We need to understand the planter, and the reaper, the nurturer and the culler. And we need to become walkers and dwellers in the true earth. This is our home, it is not filled with enemies and risks - it is our mother and our nurturer. We need the ecstasy and trust of earth, the understanding of her ways and patterns. 

We need innocence and hard work. The servants of the Archangel of the element of earth who dwell in leaven and in salt, in seed and in barrow, in humus and in humour, 

By the two fold truth of earth, by warmth and openness, by depth and privacy that births and reduces all, 
 

Hear our prayer. 

Older than all religions, Spirits of Grace and Strength, 

Set before us this day, 

this choice, 

The way of life, 
The way of death..
 
 

Our savageries must end, 

and no matter what our faith,