sun lightly passing over
warming the sky-
warming me
drying the tears
from the moist eyed clouds-
relief for everyone.
Angels dance delightfully
among the newly dry sky
finding crooked places
that fit perfect around
their awkward wings,
cumbersome as they fly
with the weight
of plentiful prayers
daily collected, carried
everywhere, each one
considered carefully.
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