An angels poem (love and light)

An angel wrote a poem
For the only hymn
Called The flowers of glory
To spread elegant and thin
It mentioned every soul
And each fragment of them

And took every heart to its story
Painting every entity in its glory
It herded the lost sheep
And reeped the sinner
who was so so deep
It was vast as the stars could steap

And made even the Gods themselves weep
It's innocence as purity whole
Yet strong completion was told and tolled
It's blessings broke the curse of man
It's fascination boundless worth begun
And endless battle of legion sung

It's focus yet unheard
Every pouring light had stirred
Like God had surely,,, surely heard
But not The flowers of glory
Not like this
That remains this whispered word:
.........
Love