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Could it be that angels live

Among us here for years?

Could it be they come in form

Of hard-trod paths, kin to tears?

If so, then maybe I can understand,

If so, perhaps my heart can bear

The pain, the love, the joy all intertwined.

 

Could it be that angels come

With hesitance at birth?

Then dash to meet the world,

With ardor and vim of no dearth?

If so, then maybe I can understand,

If so, perhaps my heart can bear

The pain, the love, the joy all intertwined.

 

Could it be that angels love

Each heart to the kernel?

Could it be their friendship leaves

A touch as of God eternal?

If so, then maybe I can understand,

If so, perhaps my heart can bear

The pain, the love, the joy all intertwined.

 

Could it be that angels cry

When people are so cruel?

When men of depth are rare

And tender hearts are fool?

If so, then maybe I can understand,

If so, perhaps my heart can bear

The pain, the love, the joy all intertwined.

 

Could it be that angels die,

Their hearts too great for earth?

Could it be tears of our loss

Outweigh the pain at birth?

If so, then maybe I can understand,

If so, perhaps my heart can bear

The pain, the love, the joy all intertwined.

 

The light in your eyes, the deep sobriety in your eyes, the unusual compassion, the zest for life, the struggle with life, your capacity to love, the way you understood hearts, the impression you left on every one that knew you … were you just sent from God, and had to go to Him again? Thank-you, friend. We miss you.  We always will. Welcome Home.