He sits before a tangled road;
a trampled path so trodden.
leaves have all grown black and dead –
lost and long forgotten.

Beyond the blackened entry way
sit faith and premonition.
angel’s breath does block the sound
of failed destination.

Once he sat before this path
so many years before;
leaves were proudly dancing green
and paved the way with Lore.

Angels filled the sky above
with wings so pure and grand.
he wished for peace to find him soon;
for love to take his hand.

‘Twas no surprise to him, you see,
for faith had led him there.
the angels sought to bring him love,
but said he must beware.

God so gave this man a choice:
“watch the angels fly;
let them be the ones to choose,
and none will pass ye by.”

He showed the man a life of love;
the happiness he craved.
every dream had been fulfilled –
he lived a life unscathed.

“But Angels are the hands of God
and if you pull one down,
I’ll seal the path I’ve shown to you
without so much a sound.”