An Angel Must

Taken with my old bridge camera because it has a zoom; don't yet have a suitable lens for the new camera... The road to Lisbon is lined with storks building nests; notice the smaller bird squatting in the nest, apparently quite common. Wanted a stork photo as I didn't manage to catch an angel today...

The poem is "The Angel", by Ruth Fainlight:

Sometimes the boulder is rolled away,
but I cannot move it when
I want to. An angel must. Shall
I ever see the angel's face,
or will there always only be
that molten glow outlining every
separate hair and feathered quill,
the sudden wind and odour, sunlight,
music, the pain of my bruised shoulders.