Outlined against the blue so very deep
With bare feet planted firmly on the clouds
The angels furled their robes in glorious sweep.
They graced the sky with multitudes, their proud
Sweet hosts of voices blending with the wind;
They sang a melody so pure, so true
It rang afar with breath of angelkind.
Endowed with drifts of multicolored hue
They stood-I saw them there, and as they rang
Earth's face with Heaven's psaltery of sound,
Transfixed, I watched and listened as again
With lifted arms they raised their noble crowns;
Triumphantly their golden trumpets played.
Triumphantly their golden trumpets played.

Kate Wiley

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