Comments about GREENWOLFE 1962
Circle Of Angels
I sat in a circle of angels.
A place I had not been before.
I heard the sweet choir of Heaven,
Sing praise to the Lord evermore.
They glowed like the sun in the Heavens.
A light with a warmth I adored.
I felt like a babe in a cradle.
Nestled in the arms of the Lord.
Their wings were as white as a snowflake.
Their eyes like the stars in the sky.
They each one, in turn, spoke so gently;
I blinked, as a tear ...
Some are 'sorry' creatures.
They use that word so well;
I bet you've heard it often,
On this they dare not dwell.
For if they took a moment,
To count the 'sorry' toll;
They'd be so disconcerted,
And frightened for their soul.