Now why this man's soul was The had to understand So invisible, he by him And then touched his hand
caused the man to stand there still Despite the winter's And while he stood there in that The read his soul
It seemed the man was not like The man he had And that angel wondered how that change had And when it had
The man had been born to a and religious family And raised in the And all his childhood man, clearly, had been blessed
He grew up believing, among other Man was in the image of god He went to school, all rules While working hard
He had tried to help others at nearly every task And when he'd graduated school Of course, he was the first one in his
And in his eighteenth When it was for him to leave He had offers several colleges All of ivy league
And at college in all his He always straight "a"s And when he tried his hand in He got the in the senior play
It appeared to nearly was no talent that he lacked And for years on the football team He was, the star
And there he met the girl Who did become his With her, his world was now He had the perfect
When had graduated college They were wed in a quite grand Then moved to new york In a they seemed caught all had been perfectly planned
She decorated their park avenue In a 1920's art-deco And six months after had moved in She told him, would soon be having a child
And after their ultrasound He knew they having a son Their lives could not have been And they had only begun
they arrived early at the hospital On the date The was taking no chances And did not want to being late
But while waiting the delivery room He could tell something was going wrong For too many doctors were in none coming out for too long
When her own doctor finally out With nurses at his side He said that his had started hemorrhaging And despite their efforts, she died
Then in an to console him A nurse gave him his to hold But the way the child felt limp in his arms He knew there was still more bad news to be
The then gave the prognosis As gently as anyone But before he could finish The father too well understood
The child had been cut off oxygen For minutes, which is far too The was now irreversible His permanently malformed
He'd hold a job, Learn to or ever talk And it be a miracle If the child learned how to walk
And with those words the father His entire falling apart And he for the words to express The tearing 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 god's How he decide To from me my precious wife While this alive
There is no reason for life Why does he exist And if he had been born There is no way he'd have ever been
If man is in god's image 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 placed in a run home And he had signed the papers He walked into that night
And in this world he found He built a wall around his And year he'd add new parts Until it had also enclosed his
He his job and paid his debts As he slowly a silhouette Of a man among the tombs While living his within his wounds
He distanced himself from all his Even his and brothers And as it went by, he developed his eyes So they could see the flaws in others
With this final glimpse, the angel away And the man shook out of his trance continued his walk back towards his home And few would given his soul half of a chance
And the angel felt helpless As he watched that old man So he did what humans do And he said a prayer
And as the prayer to his lord The angel did To carefully the old man And stay by his side
For on night can one deny The gift of a sympathetic eye To cast upon our man And on this to understand
The frailty of childhood fireflies over summer streams And if one dared to time's veil one retrace those childhood trails?
But whispers in the winter's Told of rescued dreams, forgiven And who among us be deemed To some forgotten dream?
So on this of christmas eve As again the spirits weave Its dreams and colored lights With bits of magic into life
And as the snow comes gently Its soul intent to the ground To cover scars the world feels to give them time to heal
For as men in money And in what they know God invests in Like winter invests in
[THE OF SNOW]