If I told of all the angels that come pouring through the door ...

If I told of all the angels that come pouring through the door, or named every raindrop that landed on the floor, it would not serve a purpose or help us understand.  It might be better to concentrate on one, or two, or three or four, and tell of how they might come in and out and maybe come again.  We live in a world of what we can name, with a definition for each, but if we look at whence they came to see what they can teach, we would find an angel standing  just beyond our reach.

When they come down from heaven to dwell upon the dust, it changes how we view the world.  They give us names and definitions though they are no part of it, like the ions of capacitance.  If we transcend to a higher plane where symbols make some sense, we realize symbols are what we are and the best that we may be.  But if we remain on that higher plane, a higher life we’ll find, one where heart is the only part that still retains a mind.  It can ponder and reflect as it soars and swoops and dives, changing the course of many events and changing many lives.  Maybe if chance will favour us, perhaps we will remain, with that host of angels when they go home again.

Give your seeds to the angel of earth, they will grow with patience, be purified by rain and sun, emerge to the air, become verdant and luxuriant, flowering in spring, fruiting in summer.  This harvest will keep us until another year.  Eat what this angel brings, and live.

The angel of water descends from the sky, is purified by the sand and the air, takes the shape of the land it washes, grows in strength as it flows, from creek, to lake, to river, to sea, then ascends and transcends to the heavens again to make clouds of bounty.  Drink what is proffered by the hand of this angel and live.

The angel of air is bourne by the wind, purified by the rains, shaped by the clouds, warmed by the sun, it touches everything, and everything touches it, it compresses and expands, rises and falls, warms and chills, responding to all it encounters.  Breath the pure air that this angel brings, and live.

mind is the metal angel, dug from the earth, purified and melted by fire, molded by casting, tempered by the hammer and by water, polished by effort, sharpened by use.  It separates light from darkness, right from wrong, truth from falsehood.  Obey this angel and live.

Pride is the only angel that cannot live on high

With sin inside it tries to hide and that’s the reason why

Evil can never have a part of the true believers heart.