Heaven hate to hurry, After eons soaked in ecstasy, Perched upon a pinhead, pink and
blurry, Passionately pleased simply to be. Yet those of us below, who work and
worry, Send from time to time an urgent
plea, Ever hoping for a glimpse of glory Vouchsafed from beyond what we can
see. Enter, then, O angels, in your fury, Nether worlds no bigger than a pea, To brush the moment with your burning
beauty, Hallowing this
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon
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