If we strain our ears to hear the deafening silence of angels gathered near,
We would notice the gentle rubbing of feathered wings if only we could hear.
But, through the years our hearts and our faith has withered and closed our ears,
Our memories, have all but vanished, our visions so blurred, not noticing a feather near.
If only our hearts opened once more, to pure thoughts, surely we would see one this year.
Then all would see as I do, great multitudes of angels waiting…lovingly gathered here.
He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings, you will find refuge. Psalm 91:4
Copyright 2007 Brigitte A. Murchison