Miles and Miles
Miles, Miles ahead of every other one
In beauty, he is lovely, perfect, great
Like Gabriel when bowing to the Son
Enclosed in Mary. Miles is as a gate
Set down like gold in heaven in the wall
Meant as a bar to Paradise and joys
In bliss forever more. He stands as tall
Like Lucifer before he fell, like boys
Embarking on unending thrills. He’s like
Saints after they have been transfigured on
A mountain or been martyred on a spike,
Christ’s holy ones in heaven’s singing dawn.
..Hyped jewellery shines silver more like gold.
….Wings lengthen wide for brilliance unforetold.