When Angels Come
When angels come, they are only seen
by babies and very young children, soon
to be forgotten. And sometimes those who
are good at heart will encounter angels
who look so human, yet....
When angels sing, their choirs sing
with choirs human, and both can be
heard in heaven as on earth. Or
an angel's song may be a ballad,
sad and aching in an old Irish pub.
When angels weep, they weep far more
for our loss of joy than sins committed,
their quiet tears are for love omitted.
When angels laugh, they laugh and laugh
at the king who holds tight to his throne
and find humorous the rich man who owns,
but they laugh the loudest at a puffed-up
materialist who proudly declares,
"Clearly, angels cannot exist!"
That gets them rolling in the
endless aisles of heaven....
Copyright © L. J. Carber | Year Posted 2014
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