God is so good to us. Knowing how difficult our earthly lives can be, He not only gives us Himself, which certainly suffices, but He also gives us companions and helpers for the journey. He has given us the great cloud of witnesses in His saints, but He also gives us the angels to act as messengers (for that is what angel means) and guides.
Today we celebrate the feast of the archangels: Michael, defender and protector, Gabriel, the messenger and announcer, and Raphael who is guide and healer. These three great angels are there for us, each with their own particular mission.
In a few days on October 2, we will celebrate the feast of our Guardian angels. These angels are our life long friends and guides. I know mine goes above and beyond the call of duty many times!
The following poem about St Michael was written by G.K. Chesterton. I thought I would post something a little different this year to honor the archangels, St Michael in particular. However, let us remember to go to Gabriel to listen for the special messages God may be sending our way and to Raphael when healing and guidance is needed.
Michael of the Army of the Lord,
Stiffen thou the hand upon the still sword, Michael,
Folded and shut upon the sheathed sword, Michael,
Under the fullness of the white robes falling,
Gird us with the secret of the sword.
Leaving out for all time a scar upon the sky,
Thou didst rise up against the Horror in the highest,
Dragging down the highest that looked down on the Most High:
Rending from the seventh heaven the hell of exaltation
Down the seven heavens till the dark seas burn:
Thou that in thunder threwest down the Dragon
Knowest in what silence the Serpent can return.
(Michael, Michael: Michael of the Morning!)
Far down the universe the deep calms calling
(Michael, Michael: Michael of the Sword!)
Bid us not forget in the baths of all forgetfulness,
In the sigh long drawn from the frenzy and the fretfulness
In the huge holy sempiternal silence
In the beginning was the Word.
Angels and devils who do all but die
Seeing Him fallen where thou couldst not follow,
Seeing Him mounted where thou couldst not fly,
Hand on the hilt, thou hast halted all thy legions
Waiting the Tetelestai and the acclaim,
Swords that salute Him dead and everlasting
God beyond God and greater than His Name.
(Michael, Michael: Michael of the battle-cry!)
Round us and under us the thronged world sleeping
(Michael, Michael: Michael of the Charge!)
Guard us the Word; the trysting and the trusting
Edge upon the honour and the blade unrusting
Fine as the hair and tauter than the harpstring
Ready as when it rang upon the targe.
He that giveth law unto us; not as the scribes:
Shall he be softened for the softening of the cities
Patient in usury; delicate in bribes?
They that come to quiet us, saying the sword is broken,
Break man with famine, fetter them with gold,
Sell them as sheep; and He shall know the selling
For He was more than murdered. He was sold.
Michael of the marching on the mountains of the Lord,
Marshal the world and purge of rot and riot
Rule through the world till all the world be quiet:
Only establish when the world is broken
What is unbroken is the word.