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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Silent unto our sense, yet musical With eternal harmony, they move About our darkened vision, the beautiful ones, Angels of destiny. Pale with the dawn, sun-golden with the noontide, They mingle with our moments; There is no sadness that they do not share, No night they are not near. Even as flowers that scent the roving winds With fragrant incantations, - flowers unseen, That loose the largess of their beauteous dreams, Even so are they. Bequeathing endlessly for our delight The gifts we spurn, the secret revelations Would make us in our needless misery True kindred of the Soul,- A holy kiss to marry us with light, These sheens where cherubins loose their waxxen wings; Shear the shadows where fear is oft found, And quell doubt like a startled imposter A righteous device to lead us home..... A wanton wind to soothe the wayward ails; A flame-cold but bright to illume every wan, We sleep unbeguiled, where angels tread What secret shadows skulk to maim? Strip our bones to sudden death? Move they winnowed and tarried ----- Helpless to the winged, swift eye A keepsake (say many) beat of feather; Hope gives us peace in those hallowed hills, Where the angels sing like larks and cry a tear of love: (Our midnight) First 16 lines written by Robert Lindley Last 16 by Keith O.J. Hunt
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