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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