Pink Angels

Pink Angels In other universes not our own Birth of angels comes on cuddled breath Billions of them at a time spring forth Soar from the cosmic womb Holy Spirit sees to that with blinding ghost like speed By the warmth, formed, translucent wings, unraveled mysteries Long thin hair covers every solid soul They fly and dance with stars With instant knowledge from the start Though they were only born today Prayer and play come so easy No force is needed in the dark They find humanity in galaxies not named Pink Angels hold sins like lit dynamite in amazement Large round eyes figure things out quick They are calm about their business Blowing sins and all that goes with it Into oblivion in just an instant