Angel

To the Angel,

Sitting on the cloud,

Who painted you white

With a mix of proud?

To the fairy,

Flying far in the sky,

Who made you so pretty,

And unable to lie?

To the angels,

Up in Heaven above,

When will you all

Teach us unending love?

To the Ghost

Thrashing in the sun,

What made you so opposed

To the symbols of the Son?