Angels On the Wing
Angels sleep between each snow flake floating down
In slow motion, they know the pure white path by heart
That dances over the humble hills transformed
Into a winter dream like coat that covers wings and scenery
Coming on is the dawn where drifts are born
Angels spirit souls away to other lands when they awake
Saints pray for their safe return while playing cards
Canasta holds their attention by the shuffled deck
Holly is the winner of the game
Invisible are God's creatures who fly at the speed of light
Wings turn pink while racing through the universe
Angels never think about collisions with so much room to move about
There is more than enough outer space to fill it up and in
Plenty more from where that came from
From within
Leaving no room for sin and suffering
Gin is next on the agenda when canasta ends
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