Never Die, Never Age, Always Prosper
for the forthcoming
QS: Life Immortal
Out of the clear-blue ether
there seems to condense
a wonderful yet at first a hardly perceptible vision.
And out of this there emerges
ever more clearly
an angel host bearing in its midst
the Holy Grail.
The glory of the vision grows and grows
until it seems as though the rapture
must be shattered and dispersed
very vehemence of its expansion.
The flames die away
and the angel host soars up again
to the ethereal heights
in tender joy.
Frank R. Wallaces