The angels came from heavens around
Stirred by the horrible rumbling of the ground
They all stood at attention shoulder to shoulder
Watching the earth as it began to smolder
They righted their halos and fluffed their wings
They packed Mercy and Grace and miracles to bring
This wouldn't get fixed with just any bag of tricks
Or some fancy science or new fangled arithmetic
Then it happened…
An avalanche of sobs,
Mountains of screams,
Monsoons of tears
As the ground shifted, buildings fell,
Unleashing oceans of fears.
Each angel kissed Jesus goodbye on his forehead
Scarred from the crown of thorns
Each getting his and her assignment
As harps sounded and Gabriel blew his horn
Raphael opened heavens gate and out each angel flew
Zooming quickly to Haiti--they had much work to do
Holding children's hands and consoling mother's lips
As breath after breath inched away sip by sip
Big strong men of muscles and wise weaklings too
The angels rocked, stood guard, laid down beside them to see them through
The anguish
The pain,
The dark,
The dust,
The confusion,
As life slipped away
Port-au-Prince became an illusion
The angels became blood splattered, ragged and torn
Halos were bent, their robes dingy and worn
They squeezed in, walked through walls, held heads in their laps
Soothed dying souls in whose arms they were wrapped
Some of the injured held on tight,
Being brave and
Took longer to die than others
Some calling on God,
Some chanting voodoo
But all calling for their mothers.
The angels soothed tongues, wiped brows
And sometimes for days they would just sit
It was a hard job, but somebody had to do it.
Over a million Angels now assigned for a life time to a place
Where generation after generation of people became an extinct race
Angels assigned to a country that even before the quake
Needed untold help and mercy for goodness sake
So the angels all the better for wear and tear
Persistently wait, hovering in the rubble over there
Patiently they wait standing guard over a land
Waiting to see what we will do
Us
Made in God-Allah-Buddha image,
Called "man"
So listen, listen loud, pa-rump-a-pump-pum. I hear the drumming
Hang on Angels, don't you fret---------------I'm coming.


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