Silver Angel
that flits about
bringing songs
to the devout
Under eaves
of silver clouds
like floating leaves
on windy shrouds
Lilting winds
that softly caress
feathered wings
flapping abreast
In the bosom
of God's abundence
lies heaven
and all its pavillions
Nurtured by love
and friendly compassion
bringing hope
and joyful reverence.
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