Face to Face (Angels Among Us)

Feathers bristle flesh and bone

Pierced with vanes like arrows

Bequeathing gifts, authored, unknown;

Manna feeds our marrow

Whispered words, once clouded, dim;

Enveloped, satin shades

Melodic hum of ancient hymns

Speaks peace to souls, afraid

Fanning ember’s dying flame

Sustaining weak and weary

Answered prayers of fragile framed

Winged messengers shant tarry

While cherub tears lap ash as sand

Like oceans ebb and flow

On silvered stairs that stretch to land

Seraph journey low

Feet, once treading golden streets

Gather, watching grace;

Heaven kissing earth, beneath

Among us, face to face

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Bill Pulte is an angel among us!

Follow him on twitter to watch all the amazing gifts he is generously donating! Even better, direct message him or retweet and apply if you are in genuine need of immediate cash assistance. <3