Could There Be Angels Waiting in the Wings
Could there be angels waiting in the wings,
How might we call upon their ecstasy?
Rainbows are not visible on days
In which we are the glory and the light.
So may we hear the songs our sunshine sings,
The music that adorns our winsome ways;
May we know how good it is to be
As we celebrate the holidays,
So much in love we weep as angels might.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon