Angel Wings Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

Among the hills and rocks of faith
The stream of life does flow
Its bubbling waters briskly glide
On currents to and fro

I hear the rustling of a brook
Here lucid, there obscure
Then suddenly a chilling sound
From undertow's strong lure

When wind and weather sing their tunes
A whirlpool duly forms
It pulls and forces down lone cries
Soon stilled while nature storms

Alone I cannot swim that stream
Too weak to brace its tide
When ripples grow to giant waves
To take me for a ride

Yet swim I must, for I was born
To be part of that flow
My voice among the chorus formed
So many years ago

My only hope to stay afloat
And safely swim that sea
Is when I cling to angels wings
So oft surrounding me.