Flocks of Angels
Whitecaps roll across the lake
born of winter's deadly wake,
huddled snow geese land amass,
praying for the night to pass.
As morning breaks they all take flight
en masse, they are a stunning sight.
Pray for them, that they may find
security in warmer climes.
Let them dodge the hunter's bow,
shotgun shells explode below,
they who love and mate for life,
keep them from the butcher's knife.
Like flocks of angels, pure and chaste,
snow white feathers of God's grace,
messengers of peace and love,
a gift of beauty from above.
By the window, safe and warm,
protected from the winter storm,
I thank God for this angelic sight,
given on this Christmas night.
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