By jackryhme@hotmail.com
Date: 17 August 2000
angels
angels
round and round the trees we found
games of lasting sight and sound
flitting in on wings of gold
sunlight dances to the ground
.
into the air we raise our voices
crying out about our choices
drifting through our melodies
one voice raised as she rejoices
.
one today she so stands out
sudden different her voice in shout
wavering like a dreamy vision
voice so pure it cast no doubt
.
one by one we quiet then
as hush returns to our small glen
translucent as a candle flame
her voice a clarion in gods own den
.
her flame bright , to bright it seems
her voice a purity you find in dreams
shimmering waves of beaten day
break round her in boiling stream
.
tomorrow it may come to pass
as my day so come at last
to rise high above the rest
to sing an angels quiet mass
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