Sandalphon


	Order of Angelic Reformation \| home About Us \| News and Events \| Contact Us \| Hanbury Cross Publications \| The Order of Angelic Reformation \| Wingspread \| Through the Gate \| The Chamber of the Goddess \| The Lamment of the Fallen Angels \| The Music of the Spheres \| What the Shekinah Might Say \| the Watchers \| Song of the Psalms of the Angels \| the Angel Michael \| the Angel Gabriel \| the Angel Raphael \| the Angel Uriel \| the Angel Raziel \| Sariel \| Sandalphon \| Metatron \| Little Angels \| Paradise \| Michael Stories \| the Angel of the Animals \| Marvel the Mischievous \| Cherubs \| The Guardians \| The Little Watchers \| Enchantments Sandalphon THE ANGEL SANDALPHON Oh Sandalphon if thou shouldst kneel to greet me, three hundred years have passed and I am no longer quick To see you I must live a thousand lives and grow in wisdoms sight to see thy light Tallest celestial protector of the most high We should faint in laud And then we think, oh God how high is God That Sandalphon is but his footstool? How many Angels can fit on the head of a pin? Within we look and out into the four corners of our mind And bend time in space Fall through the crack in a looking glass Shattered into ten thousand scattered shards Do we see ten thousand reflections all at once Or seven years bad luck How many mirrors have you broken and lived to tell the tale? It is only silver painted on the back A trick to help you see yourself A seeming solid entity Instead of ten thousand molecules The myth requires it takes five hundred years to travel up from head to toe the practical mind recoils in fears no way it can be so We could not see him turn nor shift only our sanity shifts out to sea in rafts of what we think we know time is the mystery not space time heals all wounds and wounds all heels the cause and reaction moving through space is time in time all things can be revealed all things are not revealed in space I have the time to travel from toe to head If it would take ten thousand lifetimes to know I have the time to believe Elijah in a fiery chariot taken up Where ever up is And I am taken down upon my knees with all the neurons firing in my brain I do believe in Angels I do believe in Sandalphon. The strap of whose sandals I am not worthy to reach up and loosen now But maybe in ten thousand lifetimes I could get one glimpse One look in the mirror And see his shining face Reflected back at me And life would be worth living For that sacred vanity