– or maybe gender-neutral. Anyway,
they appear as whichever gender
we need them to be, at any time.
Take Archangel Chamuel here,
in this channelled painting
by Shavarnia, now on my wall.
This is the angel of pure love.
Gaze into the gentle face,
the wise and tender eyes,
and there you find Mother,
when you need mother-loving:
that warmth and tenderness.
Look in those eyes again
to see them calm and strong.
Now he’s elder brother,
guardian. The massive wings
deep with softness, firm with strength,
may enfold you as cradle or armour.
‘Gender’ is invisible; there’s no
specific core detail; only outward signs.
Pure love is not limited.
NaPoWriMo 2025, Day Twenty-Seven.
We were asked to write about a detail in a picture, and to begin with a broad declarative statement. Obviously, my statement is the title. But the particular detail I focus on, I finally declare non-existent.
