How many angels we know not and yet
We name a few and tasks are charged to some.
Like Gabriel, the messenger who set
Young Mary, to carry our Lord to come
And Micael, defender and fighter fit
Who wars against old Satan in cosmic fray.
As for the rest we humbly admit
Their mystery is hidden from display.
But there is one for whom I pray exists;
Azriel, the godly angel of death
Who soothes the grief and turmoil that persists
In those who mourn and will to final breath.
It’s he I want when God’s all needed grace
Is far from real and I long for his face.
Written on 1st December 2019 for a ‘Service of Light and Hope’ at Greenhill Methodist Church.