The sonnet, titled “His Angels Guard You: A Sonnet of Heaven’s Host”, portrays a majestic army of angels, commanded by God, tasked with protecting the royal heirs of Jesus Christ—described as “God’s joy on earth” and the “apple of God’s eye.” This echoes Psalm 91:11-12, which declares, “For He will command His angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways; they will lift you up in their hands so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.” These heirs, cherished and sacred, face evil enemies, but the angels’ divine power ensures their safety, aligning with Hebrews 1:14: “Are not all angels ministering spirits sent to serve those who will inherit salvation?” Here, the heirs are those inheriting salvation through Christ.

The imagery is vivid and celestial: starlit skies, prismatic storm-like wings, gold armor studded with radiant gems (rubies and sapphires), and amethyst swords that “defend God’s eye,” a nod to Deuteronomy 32:10: “In a desert land He found him, in a barren and howling waste. He shielded him and cared for him; He guarded him as the apple of His eye.” This protection is reinforced by Psalm 17:8: “Keep me as the apple of Your eye; hide me in the shadow of Your wings,” where God’s care mirrors the angels’ shielding wings in the sonnet.

The vastness of this angelic host draws from Revelation 5:11: “Then I looked and heard the voice of many angels, numbering thousands upon thousands, and ten thousand times ten thousand. They encircled the throne…” Their might is hinted at in Matthew 26:53: “Do you think I cannot call on my Father, and He will at once put at my disposal more than twelve legions of angels?” Together, these verses ground the sonnet’s vision of Heaven’s army blending fierce defense with tender care, culminating in their eternal guardianship of the heirs.

Above, where molten starlight crowns the skies,
A legion blazes, prismatic wings slash free,
Each storm-wrought plume a vow that never dies,
To guard Christ’s heirs, God’s royal legacy.
Their armor, gold, exquisite, gleams divine,
Embedded gems like captured suns flare bright,
Each ruby crowns the Savior’s sacred line,
Each sapphire hums with Heaven’s holy might.
Obsidian voids collapse beneath their stride,
Their swords, like amethyst, defend God’s eye—
The royal heirs—when evil foes arise.
Their gaze ignites with Heaven’s boundless flare,
Their wings a shield through tempests none can rend,
God’s joy on earth, the heirs, they ever tend.