"Seraphim's Lament"

Judgment proclaims
 that blood must be shed,
Wrath is a flame,
 ruby dance of 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
 they guard His Presence, alone.
No human could conceive
 their purpose or His plan;
standing ready, to receive,
 His nod or sleight command.
Though human sight cannot behold
 this terrifying art;
you cannot weigh in silver or gold,
 the radiant love in His Heart.
The gift that He has given to me;
 in this earthen  disguise,
Seraphim frozen by what they see,
 His Reflection, in my eyes..