Cary Briel

The hidden place–eternal form,
Many rooms in lifted space,
High above in house or dorm,
Ne’er the footstep of the base;

A place where angels come and go,
Ever present, passing by,
Coming as they often do,
Then in going say goodbye;

And man He made with hands below,
His mirror reflects His deadly light,
Thus we look and we can stand
His image in its partial height.