The Eternal Seraphim

In realms above where light does brim,
The skies resound with sacred hymn,
Where stars in chorus never dim,
And heavens blaze with angels’ trim.
Their wings are vast, their eyes are grim,
They guard the throne, each seraphim.
With flaming hearts and voices prim,
They sing of love from limb to limb.
No shadow dares to ever skim
Where they ascend in endless whim.
Their presence makes the planets swim,
And worlds align to match their vim.
In cosmic dance, they never slim,
Their radiance neither faint nor dim.
The galaxies before them skim,
Their might as vast as oceans brim.
Through time and space, they ever skim,
The light of God their ceaseless hymn.
Their wisdom flows from rim to rim,
A sea of fire in every limb.
They weave through light, through veil and trim,
With eyes like suns that never dim.
Each star above, each cosmic whim,
Is but a spark of seraphim.
In endless time, they never skim,
Their wings alight with holy vim.
With voices pure, in endless trim,
They shape the world with sacred hymn.
Their love is vast, their light no whim,
Their essence makes the heavens brim.
The winds of time bow low and skim
The fires wrought by seraphim.
They sing the ancient, boundless hymn,
Their every breath a blazing limb.
No force could ever hope to skim
The power held by seraphim.
Beyond the stars, beyond the rim,
Their hearts with holy fervor brim.
Through every age, through light or dim,
They rise, they fall—yet never grim.
With grace that makes the heavens skim,
They soar, they dance with endless vim.
The oceans roar, the tempests brim,
Yet cannot match the seraphim.
Their voices pierce, their song does skim
Across the worlds with sacred hymn.
Their wings, aflame, in beauty trim,
Are borne aloft in golden whim.
They stand where other lights grow dim,
Unfading, true, each seraphim.
Through every age, their song does skim,
A testament to love’s pure brim.
In fire and light, they ever trim,
Their presence strong, their power prim.
No darkness lives in sacred whim,
Where burns the heart of seraphim.