Now why this man's soul was The angel had to So invisible, he by him And then gently touched his
Which the man to stand there still Despite the cold And while he stood in that trance The angel read his
It seemed the man was not always The man he had And that angel wondered how that had happened And when it had
The man had born to a kind and religious family And in the midwest And all his childhood man, clearly, had been blessed
He up believing, among other things Man was in the image of god He to school, observed all rules While very hard
He had always tried to help Excelled at nearly task And when graduated high school Of course, he was the first one in his
And in his summer it was time for him to leave He had offers from colleges All of them ivy
And at college in all his He always straight "a"s And when he tried his in theater He got the lead in the play
It appeared to everyone was no talent that he lacked And for three years on the football He was, the quarterback
And there he also met the Who did his wife With her, his world was now He had the perfect
they had graduated college They were wed in a quite grand Then they to new york In a they seemed caught Where all had perfectly planned
She decorated their park apartment In a 1920's style And six after they had moved in She him, they would soon be having a child
And after first ultrasound He they were having a son Their lives could not been better And they had only begun
Together they arrived early at the On the date The father was taking no And did not want to being late
But while waiting the delivery room He could tell something was going wrong For too many were rushing in With coming out for too long
When her own doctor finally out With nurses at his side He that his wife had started hemorrhaging And despite best efforts, she died
in an effort to console him A nurse gave him his to hold But from the way the felt limp in his arms He knew there was still more bad news to be
The doctor gave the prognosis As gently as could But before he could finish The only too well understood
The had been cut off from oxygen For minutes, which is far too The was now irreversible His brain malformed
never hold a job, Learn to or ever talk And it be a miracle If the child learned how to walk
And with words the father felt His entire world apart And he for the words to express The tearing inside of his
He cried out, why did god to take her she was still so young And as if to cut him deeper Leave this here as his son
"please explain to me god's How could he To take me my precious wife While leaving alive
There is no reason for life Why does he even And if he had never been There is no way he'd have been missed
If man is made in god's Then here is surely amiss For is nothing of god of god of god of god of god in this"
And he asked for the child To be in a state run home And after he had signed the He into that night alone
And in this he found unkind He built a around his mind And year he'd add new parts Until it had also his heart
He his job and paid his debts As he slowly a silhouette Of a man among the tombs While living his life his wounds
He distanced himself from all his Even his and brothers And as it went by, he developed his eyes So they could only see the in others
this final glimpse, the angel stepped away And the man shook out of his trance Then continued his walk back towards his And few would have given his soul half of a
And the angel felt helpless As he watched old man there So he did what humans do And he quickly said a
And as the flew to his lord The did decide To follow the old man And stay closely by his
For on this night can one The gift of a sympathetic eye To cast upon our man And on night to understand
The frailty of childhood Like fireflies over summer And if one dared to remove veil Could one retrace those childhood
But whispers in the winter's Told of rescued dreams, sins And who among us shall be To rescue forgotten dream?
So on this of christmas eve As again the spirits weave Its snowswept and colored lights With bits of magic each life
And as the snow gently down Its soul to reach the ground To cover the world still feels Perhaps to give them time to
For as men invest in And professors in what know God invests in Like winter invests in
[THE WISDOM OF