Angels in the winds
High above the waters
In a land not forsaken
By God’s own gracious hand.
I count the glowing windows
As I pass them in the night,
Rows of little beacons
Showing me there is life.
Moments of comfort,
I am at peace
In the silence of the darkness
As angels watch over me.
Ah, the comfort of the home lights burning!
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Yes, I agree!! 🙂
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Amazing! Wonderful poem, Kathleen. Greetings: Silvia
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Thank you so much!!! Happy day to you!!!
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thank you, Silvia. wonderful day to you!
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