Now why man's soul was bleeding The angel had to So invisible, he by him And then gently his hand
caused the man to stand there still Despite the winter's And while he stood in that trance The read his soul
It the man was not always like The man he had And that wondered how that change had happened And when it had
The man had been born to a kind and family And in the midwest And all his childhood This man, clearly, had blessed
He grew up believing, other things Man was made in the of god He to school, observed all rules While working very
He had always tried to others Excelled at every task And he'd graduated high school Of course, he was the one in his class
And in his eighteenth When it was time for him to He had offers from several All of ivy league
And at college in all his He always received "a"s And when he his hand in theater He got the lead in the senior
It appeared to everyone There was no that he lacked And for three years on the football He was, the quarterback
And there he also met the Who did become his her, his world was now complete He had the life
When they had graduated They were wed in a ceremony quite Then they moved to new In a dream they seemed all had been perfectly planned
She their park avenue apartment In a 1920's style And six months they had moved in She told him, would soon be having a child
And after their first He they were having a son Their lives could not been better And had only just begun
Together they early at the hospital On the delivery The father was no chances And did not want to being late
But while waiting the delivery room He could that something was going wrong For too many doctors rushing in With none coming out for too
When her own finally came out With several nurses at his He that his wife had started hemorrhaging And despite best efforts, she died
Then in an to console him A nurse gave him his newborn to But from the way the child limp in his arms He knew there was more bad news to be told
The doctor gave the prognosis As gently as could But before he could finish The father too well understood
The had been cut off from oxygen For minutes, is far too long The damage was now His brain malformed
He'd hold a job, Learn to read or talk And it be a miracle If the even learned how to walk
And with those words the father His entire world apart And he for the words to express The inside of his heart
He out, why did god have to take her she was still so young And as if to cut him deeper Leave thing here as his son
"please explain to me wisdom How he decide To from me my precious wife leaving this alive
There is no for this life Why does he even And if he had never been There is no way he'd have ever been
If man is made in image Then something is surely amiss For is nothing of god of god of god of god of god in this"
And then he asked for the To be in a state run home And he had signed the papers He walked into that alone
And in this he found unkind He built a wall his mind And every year add new parts Until it had enclosed his heart
He his job and paid his debts As he became a silhouette Of a man walking among the living his life within his wounds
He distanced himself all his friends Even his and brothers And as time it by, he developed his eyes So could only see the flaws in others
With this final glimpse, the stepped away And the man himself out of his trance Then continued his back towards his home And few would have his soul half of a chance
And the angel himself helpless As he watched that old man So he did what even do And he quickly a prayer
And as the flew to his lord The did decide To carefully the old man And stay closely by his
For on this night can one The of a more sympathetic eye To cast our fellow man And on this to understand
The of childhood dreams Like fireflies over streams And if one dared to remove veil Could one retrace those trails?
But whispers in the winter's of rescued dreams, forgiven sins And who us shall be deemed To rescue some dream?
So on this night of eve As once again the weave Its snowswept dreams and colored With bits of magic into life
And as the snow comes gently Its soul to reach the ground To cover scars the world still Perhaps to them time to heal
For as men invest in And in what they know God invests in Like winter invests in
[THE OF SNOW]