Friends Angelical
Far beyond the shifting screen
Made of things that can be seen,
Are our friends angelical
Of the Land Celestial.
Thence they come to tend the flowers
That we thought were only ours.
What their toils we may not know,
As they come and as they go.
Only this we know they see
As we cannot, what shall be,
Watch the hidden buds unfold,
Dream of colour, heart of gold.
Therefore look behind the screen,
Trust the powers of the Unseen.
Neither vague nor mystical
Are our friends angelical.
Author: Amy Carmichael |
