My Dream of the Angels
There are many
kinds of angels.
Some have robes and golden wings.
But some angels live among us
Who are known for other things.
These angels make no music,
They don’t sing or even talk,
Their dance is far from graceful,
And some angels
Restless hands can paint no pictures,
Play no harps, yet all the while,
Angel voices chime with
Every face glows with a smile.
These angels need our love and caring.
Those laughing hearts are
To learn, to grow, in health and comfort,
Each has an angel of their own.
I had a dream that all
Danced and sang for all they’re worth.
I know they will someday in heaven,
But in my dream, they sang