The Children’s Angels
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The angels
as evening lulls
close to the child’s embrace,
their given grace
of nightly rounds;
of thoughts              and dreams;
the sounds
of heaven’s streams.
Their measured breaths
where hope is plunged            to depths,
the call
to all,
for what                                                       there is to give
that flows                              out of the Lover’s heart;
comes to live
within the hope that strokes can never thwart

.

The days they sow
makes bright
its gifts                         to wearied bow
that lives                              under such light.
This buoys the scales of deeds
to clear the cherished space                           that carries seeds
to the care of songs                                  stored
where stands the Lord
on guard
with his reward

.

   The wondrous scene
of wide-eyed awe
that glories draw,
frees the sight                  to light;
first sight
from sight unseen,
whispers in          the human ear
the score unheard              of places near;
as symphonies pause;
to still the time and space                   within the panoply
beneath                                           the whirring sea
all astir                   before the divine post
of heaven’s host

.

For those made true,
to whom            each cup
freshens
the glow of faith                      within,
renewed sight                             beckons
up
their hope                                         into
the skin
of love-filled stays;
of God’s abounding days.

Dedication:  for Puddy