Now why this man's was bleeding The angel had to So invisible, he by him And then gently his hand
Which caused the man to stand there Despite the winter's And while he stood there in that The read his soul
It the man was not always like The man he had And angel wondered how that change had happened And it had begun
The man had been to a kind and religious family And in the midwest And all throughout his man, clearly, had been blessed
He grew up believing, among other Man was in the image of god He went to school, observed all working very hard
He had tried to help others at nearly every task And when he'd high school Of course, he was the first one in his
And in his summer When it was for him to leave He had offers from several All of ivy league
And at in all his studies He always straight "a"s And when he his hand in theater He got the lead in the play
It appeared to nearly There was no that he lacked And for three on the football team He was, the star
And there he also met the Who did become his With her, his was now complete He had the perfect
When they had graduated They were wed in a ceremony quite Then moved to new york In a they seemed caught Where all had been perfectly
She decorated their park avenue In a 1920's art-deco And six after they had moved in She told him, they soon be having a child
And after their ultrasound He knew they were a son Their lives could not have been And they had just begun
Together they arrived at the hospital On the delivery The father was taking no And did not want to risk being
But while waiting outside the delivery He could tell that was going wrong For too many doctors were in With none out for too long
When her own finally came out With several at his side He that his wife had started hemorrhaging And despite their best efforts, she
Then in an to console him A nurse gave him his newborn to But the way the child felt limp in his arms He knew there was still bad news to be told
The doctor then gave the As gently as could But before he could explaining The father too well understood
The child had been cut off from For minutes, is far too long The damage was now His brain malformed
never hold a job, Learn to read or ever And it be a miracle If the child learned how to walk
And with those the father felt His entire world falling 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 then as if to cut him this thing here as his son
"please explain to me wisdom How could he To take from me my precious While this alive
There is no reason for this Why he even exist And if he had never born There is no way he'd have been missed
If man is made in god's Then something here is surely For is nothing 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 into that night alone
And in this he found unkind He a wall around his mind And every he'd add new parts it had also enclosed his heart
He kept his job and paid his As he slowly became a Of a man walking the tombs While living his within his wounds
He distanced himself from all his Even his and brothers And as time it went by, he developed his So they could see the flaws in others
With this final glimpse, the angel 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 felt As he watched old man there So he did even humans do And he quickly a prayer
And as the prayer flew to his The did decide To carefully the old man And stay by his side
For on this can one deny The gift of a more eye To upon our fellow man And on this night to
The frailty of childhood Like over summer streams And if one dared to remove veil Could one retrace childhood trails?
But whispers in the winter's Told of dreams, forgiven sins And who us shall be deemed To rescue some forgotten
So on night of christmas eve As once again the weave Its snowswept and colored lights With bits of magic each life
And as the snow comes gently Its soul intent to the ground To cover scars the world feels Perhaps to give time to heal
For as men in money And professors in they know God in mercy Like winter in snow
WISDOM OF SNOW]