Angels

The angels don’t cry 

for the ones up in heaven, 

they cry for the ones left behind

For the weary 

For the downtrodden 

For the ones they find 

Sad 

Without purpose 

Or maybe grieving someone still 

The angels come to comfort 

Shining a little of God’s will

We think of choirs singing 

But they also cradle the weak

They remind us 

In their stirring

Of who makes us complete 

The angels shout, victorious 

They proclaim to those who seek

All the things, glorious

And remind us 

We’re not complete

Until we stand among the presence 

of the maker of this earth

United with those gone before us

Through the message of a birth

A life

A death

A resurrection

And a gift 

Given to the earth.

Angels sing 

As heartstrings 

Find hope

Here in this world.

06/20/25

clc