Now why this soul was bleeding The had to understand So invisible, he by him And gently touched his hand
Which the man to stand there still the winter's cold And while he there in that trance The angel read his
It the man was not always like The man he had And that angel how that change had happened And when it had
The man had been born to a and religious family And in the midwest And all his childhood This man, clearly, had blessed
He grew up believing, other things Man was in the image of god He to school, observed all rules While very hard
He had always tried to others at nearly every task And he'd 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 in all his studies He always received "a"s And when he tried his hand in He got the lead in the senior
It appeared to nearly was no talent that he lacked And for years on the football team He was, the quarterback
And he also met the girl Who did become his With her, his world was now He had the life
When they had college They were wed in a ceremony quite Then they to new york In a they seemed caught Where all had been perfectly
She decorated park avenue apartment In a art-deco style And six after they had moved in She told him, would soon be having a child
And after their first He knew they were a son Their could not have been better And they had just begun
Together they early at the hospital On the delivery The father was taking no And did not want to being late
But while waiting outside the delivery He could tell that was going wrong For too many doctors rushing in none coming out for too long
When her own doctor came out With several nurses at his He said that his had started hemorrhaging And despite their best efforts, she
Then in an effort to him A gave him his newborn to hold But the way the child felt limp in his arms He knew there was still more bad to be told
The doctor then the prognosis As gently as anyone But before he could finish The father only too understood
The child had been cut off oxygen For minutes, which is far too The damage was now His brain malformed
He'd never a job, Learn to read or ever And it be a miracle If the child even how to walk
And with those words the felt His world falling apart And he for the words to express The tearing of his heart
He cried out, why did god to take her she was still so young And then as if to cut him Leave this thing as his son
"please explain to me wisdom How he decide To take me my precious wife While this alive
There is no for this life Why does he exist And if he had been born There is no way he'd have ever missed
If man is in god's image Then something here is amiss For there is of god of god of god of god of god in this"
And then he asked for the To be placed in a state run And he had signed the papers He walked into that alone
And in world he found unkind He a wall around his mind And every he'd add new parts Until it had also his heart
He his job and paid his debts As he slowly became a Of a man walking the tombs While living his within his wounds
He himself from all his friends Even his sisters and And as it went by, he developed his eyes So they could only see the flaws in
this final glimpse, the angel stepped away And the man himself out of his trance Then continued his walk back towards his And few would have his soul half of a chance
And the himself felt helpless As he watched old man there So he did what humans do And he quickly 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 more eye To cast our fellow man And on night to understand
The frailty of childhood fireflies over summer streams And if one dared to time's veil Could one retrace childhood trails?
But whispers in the winter's of rescued dreams, forgiven sins And who among us be deemed To rescue some forgotten
So on this night of eve As once again the spirits Its dreams and colored lights With bits of magic into life
And as the snow gently down Its intent to reach the ground To cover scars the still feels Perhaps to give them to heal
For as men in money And professors in what they God in mercy Like invests in snow
WISDOM OF SNOW]