Now why man's soul 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 he stood there in that trance The angel his soul
It the man was not always like The man he had And that angel wondered how that change had And it had begun
The man had born to a kind 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 went to school, observed all 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 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 received "a"s And he tried his hand in theater He got the lead in the play
It appeared to everyone There was no talent that he And for three years on the team He was, the star
And there he met the girl Who did his wife With her, his was now complete He had the life
they had graduated college They were wed in a ceremony grand Then moved to new york In a dream they caught Where all had been perfectly
She decorated their park apartment In a 1920's art-deco And six months after had moved in She told him, they would soon be a child
And after their ultrasound He knew they were a son lives could not have been better And they had just begun
Together arrived early at the hospital On the delivery The father was no chances And did not want to risk late
But while waiting the delivery room He could tell that something was wrong For too many doctors rushing in With none coming out for too
When her own doctor came out With several nurses at his He said that his wife had started And their best efforts, she died
in an effort to console him A nurse gave him his newborn to 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 explaining The father only too well
The child had cut off from oxygen For minutes, which is far too The was now irreversible His permanently malformed
He'd hold a job, Learn to read or ever And it would be a If the child even how to walk
And those words the father felt His world falling apart And he for the words to express The tearing of his heart
He cried out, why did god have to her While she was so young And then as if to cut him this thing here as his son
"please to me god's wisdom How he decide To take from me my precious leaving this alive
There is no for this life Why does he even And if he had never born There is no way he'd have ever been
If man is made in god's Then something is surely amiss For there is of god of god of god of god of god in this"
And then he asked for the To be in a state run home And he had signed the papers He walked that night alone
And in this world he unkind He a wall around his mind And every year he'd add new Until it had enclosed his heart
He kept his job and paid his As he slowly became a Of a man among the tombs While living his within his wounds
He distanced from all his friends Even his and brothers And as it went by, he developed his eyes So they could see the flaws in others
With final glimpse, the angel stepped away And the man shook out of his trance Then continued his walk towards his home And few would have given his soul of a chance
And the angel felt helpless As he watched old man there So he did even humans do And he quickly said a
And as the flew to his lord The did decide To follow the old man And stay by his side
For on night can one deny The of a more sympathetic eye To cast our fellow man And on this night to
The of childhood dreams Like fireflies over streams And if one to remove time's veil one retrace those childhood trails?
But in the winter's wind Told of rescued dreams, sins And who among us shall be To some forgotten dream?
So on this of christmas eve As once again the spirits Its snowswept dreams and lights bits of magic into each life
And as the snow gently down Its soul to reach the ground To cover scars the still feels to give them time to heal
For as men invest in And professors in what know God in mercy Like winter invests in
WISDOM OF SNOW]