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Angels

This wall you build around angelic things

to keep their halos shiny-bright, instead

you'll never hear the sound of downy wings.

 

These Precious Moments smiles and wedding-rings

(for mixed-sex couples only), when they wed,

this airtight wall around angelic things,

 

a thousand miles from where a seraph sings

God's love for hated folk and underfed;

you'll never hear the sound of downy wings

 

unless you break the prejudice that brings

the boundary where angels fear to tread,

this airtight wall around angelic things

 

that shutters out angelic visitings,

or when you too are dying on your bed

you'll never hear the sound of downy wings.

 

you never know with whom they'll break their bread,

or so the writer to the Hebrews said;

This wall you build around angelic things

Will never hear the sound of downy wings.

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Written by
thomas-thurman
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Published
May 23, 2010
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written as a response to a thought-provoking blog post by Thomas Bushnell, BSG : http://thomb.livejournal.com/135329.html

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