Ezekiel

Each moment we linger in bits of time and space, each path left unchosen is filled with angels trace. We move through life in shrouds of metal, on we race, with whirling wheels, distracted minds, we don't feel the grace. Yet, we're part of all and in angel's arms embraced. How many times were we saved by their love encased? While driving on an iced road, I slid, I tried to brace, between two cliffs I floated, met my angel face to face. The car settled a mere foot from the cliff's rocky base. A mere scratch of bush on door was left me ... as trace. Facing traffic in this hairpin of road, I braced, prayers on my lips I turned not a curl out of place. Ezekiel lifted me and in his arms was I laced and lived to meet the day and angel face to face.