Now why this man's was bleeding The angel had to So invisible, he by him And then touched his hand
Which caused the man to stand still Despite the cold And while he stood there in trance The read his soul
It seemed the man was not like The man he had And that angel wondered how that had happened And it had begun
The man had born to a kind and religious family And raised in the And all throughout his This man, clearly, had blessed
He grew up believing, among things Man was in the image of god He to school, observed all rules While working very
He had always tried to help Excelled at every 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 several All of them ivy
And at college in all his He always straight "a"s And when he his hand in theater He got the in the senior play
It to nearly everyone was no talent that he lacked And for three on the football team He was, the star
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 moved to new york In a they seemed caught Where all had been planned
She their park avenue apartment In a 1920's art-deco And six months they had moved in She him, they would soon be having a child
And after their ultrasound He knew were having a son Their lives could not have been And they had only begun
Together they arrived at the hospital On the delivery The father was taking no And did not to risk being late
But while outside the delivery room He tell that something was going wrong For too doctors were rushing in With none coming out for too
When her own doctor came out With nurses at his side He said that his wife had hemorrhaging And despite their best efforts, she
in an effort to console him A nurse gave him his to hold But from the way the child felt limp in his He knew there was still bad news to be told
The doctor then the prognosis As gently as anyone But before he finish explaining The father only too understood
The had been cut off from oxygen For minutes, which is far too The damage was now His brain permanently
He'd hold a job, Learn to read or talk And it would be a If the child even learned how to
And those 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 thing as his son
"please explain to me god's How he decide To take me my precious wife leaving this alive
There is no for this life Why he even exist And if he had been born There is no way he'd have ever been
If man is in god's image Then something here is 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 into that night alone
And in this world he found He built a wall around his And every he'd add new parts Until it had enclosed his heart
He his job and paid his debts As he slowly a silhouette Of a man among the tombs While his life within his wounds
He distanced from all his friends his sisters and brothers And as time it went by, he developed his So they could only see the in others
With this final glimpse, the angel away And the man himself out of his trance Then continued his walk towards his home And few would have given his soul half of a
And the himself felt helpless As he that old man there So he did what humans do And he quickly said a
And as the prayer flew to his The did decide To follow the old man And closely by his side
For on night can one deny The gift of a sympathetic eye To cast our fellow man And on night to understand
The frailty of childhood Like over summer streams And if one to remove time's veil Could one retrace childhood 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 the spirits weave Its snowswept and colored lights bits of magic into each life
And as the snow gently down Its soul intent to the ground To cover scars the world feels Perhaps to give them time to
For as men in money And in what they know God in mercy Like winter in snow
WISDOM OF SNOW]