Angel Flight
The Angels gather in their millions
perhaps billions,
before the Altar.
They fly in
blanketing the sky
with soaring wings,
land softly
and move
toward the Altar
with quiet resolve.
Some exhausted,
Some crippled,
Some dying.
She stood before them
hands aloft
saying'
'Come my Angels
now is the time for your needs.'
One by one
with each
she ministers to them;
all was still
despite how many
landed there-
an eerie quiet,
With one she patched a wing,
another received encouragement;
others still asked and received
new assignments.
A bloodied hand was mended
an angel heart renewed
sleep was all some needed,
others more than that.
At her signal
all raised their wings
and covered one another underneath:
The Angel Salute
to Angels no longer with the Angel Band
gone above to be with Him.
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poem by Lonnie Hicks
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