Angels On the Wing

Angels sleep between each snow flake floating down In slow motion, they know the pure white path by heart That dances over the humble hills transformed Into a winter dream like coat that covers wings and scenery Coming on is the dawn where drifts are born Angels spirit souls away to other lands when they awake Saints pray for their safe return while playing cards Canasta holds their attention by the shuffled deck Holly is the winner of the game Invisible are God's creatures who fly at the speed of light Wings turn pink while racing through the universe Angels never think about collisions with so much room to move about There is more than enough outer space to fill it up and in Plenty more from where that came from From within Leaving no room for sin and suffering Gin is next on the agenda when canasta ends