Work of an Angel
by Laura Tappan-Brewer

A glory unknown to mankind
knowing the place, we all have in mind
Angels are singing only Gods glory
holding a hand and telling a story
Hands I have held, passing through
allowing the angels, as I knew
To wrap their wings to protect
patiently awaiting to connect
My presence, by holding a hand
for I am human, unable to understand
God knows the time for goodbyes
when the ill too weak, giving a sigh
Angels are there, adhering a smile
the childs going home to be reconciled
Families are mourning their loss of today
unable to grasp why they cannot stay
Seeing them now in a restful state
as a dream passing over that golden gate
Now on a journey joining the rest
Gods call has chosen the best