The Angels Know My Name

The angels know my name
they sing my song in
meads of green, they
know my keening and they
bear my sorrow with
their white tears their
silver gleaming, the
angels croon at me and
pass their white soft hands
among my days of
living and
brush their wings
against my heart, they
bear my soul, my
heavy soul and
hold my heart my
broken heart in their
soft words console
soft voices weeping
vigil keeping.
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