The Hoofs of Pegasus

Chapter 20: TO THE FOUR ARCHANGELS

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A collection of short lyrical poems that weave mythic and religious imagery with intimate observations of nature and interior feeling. Many pieces draw on classical figures and Renaissance art, while others reflect domestic scenes, sleep, music, and sacrament; recurrent motifs include night and light, birds, water, and ritual. Voice shifts between contemplative reverie and pastoral detail, exploring longing, faith, and creative impulse. The sequence moves through imagistic vignettes—moonlit meadows, bathing maidens, sacramental harvests, and dreams—linking private emotion to larger spiritual and mythical resonances.

TO THE FOUR ARCHANGELS

IF Michael lent his splintering lance And his blue eager blade, Though you with scaly dragons fight You would not be afraid.

If Gabriel should stoop to you, A rainbow in his wings, What luminous secrets you would know, What wise and simple things!

If Raphael with you should strive Until the stars grew dim, Angelic vigour would be yours, The strength of Seraphim.

If on your sight great Uriel burned, Whose feet with fire are shod, He’d touch your earthly song of praise Into a flame for God.

Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, Holy Uriel, guard you well.