Heavens Care

This poem I scribed with a magic quill That fell to earth from an Angel's wing. This feather lost, it is magic still Yet scar's poems, as sadness it brings. His Angels cried when this feather fell As it fell from grace through God's thin air, In touch of this quill you may well tell A sadness and loss of Heaven's care. Heaven surely is a joyful place, Every soul must be precious there. One who has fallen from Heaven's grace Will never again love, feel or care. If for one feather all Angels cried Imagine the pain a soul reveals When it is lost and God be denied Such anguish of heart all Heaven feels.