Face to Face (Angels Among Us)
Feathers bristle flesh and bone
Pierced with vanes like arrows
Bequeathing gifts, authored, unknown;
Manna feeds our marrow
Whispered words, once clouded, dim;
Enveloped, satin shades
Melodic hum of ancient hymns
Speaks peace to souls, afraid
Fanning ember’s dying flame
Sustaining weak and weary
Answered prayers of fragile framed
Winged messengers shant tarry
While cherub tears lap ash as sand
Like oceans ebb and flow
On silvered stairs that stretch to land
Seraph journey low
Feet, once treading golden streets
Gather, watching grace;
Heaven kissing earth, beneath
Among us, face to face
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Bill Pulte is an angel among us!
Follow him on twitter to watch all the amazing gifts he is generously donating! Even better, direct message him or retweet and apply if you are in genuine need of immediate cash assistance. <3