Somewhere an angel wanders
free from the encumbrance of wings
touching lives in extraordinary ways.
Somewhere there's a miracle
visiting the sick, hungry or poor,
bringing light where darkness plays.
And, here, there rests the evidence,
feather-light, hanging in the breeze,
angel wings capturing the gaze.
And, from this tree, unchanged but free
the wandering angel shadows me
strong protection throughout my days.
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