Angel Flight Poem by Lonnie Hicks

The Angels gather in their millions
perhaps billions,
before the Altar.

They fly in
blanketing the sky
with soaring wings,

land softly
and move
toward the Altar

with quiet resolve.

Some exhausted,
Some crippled,
Some dying.

She stood before them
hands aloft
saying'
'Come my Angels
now is the time for your needs.'

One by one
with each
she ministers to them;

all was still
despite how many
landed there-
an eerie quiet,

With one she patched a wing,
another received encouragement;
others still asked and received
new assignments.

A bloodied hand was mended
an angel heart renewed
sleep was all some needed,
others more than that.

At her signal
all raised their wings
and covered one another underneath:
The Angel Salute
to Angels no longer with the Angel Band

gone above to be with Him.

There was too
Angel Music-
beautiful Angel Music.

These angels are
Earthly Angels
the ones who
look after the children,
the needy,
the poor, me and you.

They are with us every day
for our Betterment.

They take sometimes the harms
meant for us;
the burning spear pierces
their heart
not ours.

They stand between us and rushing death
some times
absorbing the blow.
.
Their eyes blind sometimes
rather than ours.

Blind angels,
nonetheless fly
guided only by
Good Intent.

Once an eternity
they all gather
to mend
and receive succor
from She:

The Angel of the Angels

who blesses each and every one
and looks after their needs.