Bent with worry, God
paused, to smile.
And look, there were many
holy angels with bodies of
the radiance he had
given them,
some with enormous wings and
others without any,
which is why I weep
so much
because even more than God
himself I love his fair angels.
Бог согнулся от заботы
И затих.
Вот и улыбнулся, вот и
Много ангелов святых
С лучезарными телами
Сотворил.
Есть с огромными крылами,
А бывают и без крыл.
Оттого и плачу много,
Оттого —
Что взлюбила больше Бога
Милых ангелов его.
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