I can hear the rustle of angel wings through the Wind in the night
Whispers of them I see their strength in the moonlight.
In the night their songs of deliverance through the Wind I hear
And then I know the rustle of them I hear them draw near.
In the wisp of each I feel their brush close by my side
As in the strength in their shadows that covers me in them I hide.
As through the snow that now falls outside of my window I see them lift
As feathers that are in the night I hear them as they shift.
I can now see their beauty as I watch them in their new freedom found
Again in the night I hear them surround and I hear their rustling sound.
As they draw near I hear them again lift and guard me as they uphold
I can hear angels as they in the safety of His divine provision unfold.
I find in the snow the beauty of angels in the shadows the spread of their wings
As their they drift I find the provision in the night through all things.
I now hear outside the window the sound of them rustling in the Wind
Around me they surround me as in the night in safety as they now open and bend.
poem copyright 2008 Cheryl Zweigart
photo copyright 2009 BRowland
