Angles are gathering

They listen contently

They feel with our knowledge

They hurt with our mistakes


Ignorant of time

Aware of Life

Understanding only God

Seeing only Light


They hear cries

They see sacrifice

They see strife

They see 

Yet to them it matters not

They see, they feel 

its all relative to angles

To them Life is a gift


They are misunderstood
As is Father

They do not judge
Neither does Father

Cant they see our lives falter?

when will they learn?
Cant they see we are tired?

when will they feel?
Cant they relay the messages?
Cant they tell Father?

When will the know?
They are His eyes and ears

They do not understand

To them Life is a Gift

A gift to us

A gift of burden

A beautiful burden


Catch us
We are falling
From Grace
From our sanctuary

Tell our Father
Tell our God


Angels read these words and understand