ILLUMINE

In the realms where angels dwell, A story whispers, soft and swell, Of how they come to life, they say, In families that guide their way. In each celestial home, a spark, A humble light, a glowing mark, A sprinkle of the purest hue, A light that births the angel true. Each angel a tender shimmer of grace, Their wings are three, anointed bright, A symbol of their sacred flight. But in the family of Gavriel, A different tale begins to swell, For in this home of sacred light, A child was born a wondrous sight. Unlike the rest, he stood alone, Resembling man, yet godly grown, With one lone wing, his body whole, An angel bound with a greater soul. He was not made as others were, No hum, no song, no whispered stir, But crafted in a separate art, A being set apart from the heart. The other angels, pure and bright, Hummed their songs of radiant light, But this one child, so firm, so true, Was marked by qualities brand new. His form is divine, yet soft with grace, A gift from God to fill his place, To carry strength, to bear the flame, Yet walk in human steps, the same. With one wing, yet all the might, Of angel kind, his path alight, He moved in ways the others could, But held a power, misunderstood. Born apart, with gifts unknown, His soul, a fire of its own, He walks the line, both man and god, An angel forged by heaven's hand, not flawed. And so he stands, unique and bright, A different path, a different light, In the house of heaven glow, Where angels made with wings do flow. But he alone, with one wing spread, Shall walk a journey yet unsaid, For he is made of something more— A child of light, a soul to soar.