Analysis of Stable

If I saw an angel
and my work was done.
Where would I go to?
Where I came from?
If I passed you by
and let demons lie,
what would I see
beyond this blue sky?
If I could float on a light white cloud
what would I make of the gathering crowds,
of saints and spirits and light beings that had kept me safe for forty years of days and forty years of nights?
Would I follow them forevermore and my love for them grow and implore?
Or would I expand throughout all the energies into oblivian's deepest abyss.