By Douglas J. Lanzo
Copyright 2021

First published in WestWard Quarterly, 2021 Fall Edition

How blessed would I find myself
surrounded by angels one fine day,
extolling God’s magnificence
beyond comprehension, on display,
radiating all through heaven
with love and glory, perfect and true,
rays of unparalleled splendor
flowing through seas of emerald-blue;

How joyous the sight and knowledge,
God’s smile refreshing souls anew,
with amusement and sheer delight
at words crafted by angel crew,
inspired by the poetry
of one poet gone to heaven,
teaching in a poet’s corner
words of humor, wit and leaven.