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.