October Angels

October angels fell when those among them

Knew not what nor cared not how

Nor that a why might ‘ere explain;

The outside ventured in ‘midst

Wide brimmed hats and bearded men,

Past  white starched aprons, carriage ruts and shared the pain.


Two communities apart, neighboring ground and

In one heart, came crying forth! But only

One voice could respond where

Five angels’ beauty reached its peak  and mild,

Rose scented gardens speak

Of a Creator’s Will safely brought to bear.


There is no mystery in life’s happenings

On one side of pastural green; the side the

TV cameras filmed that day

But seldom ever glean;

The side on which carriage ruts remain, and

Horse hooves quietly carry on

To serve a Lord whose Will is trusted,

Having called small angels home.