White as the wings
That grace the backs of heavens mighty soldiers,
The sky cries it's frozen tears.
Falling softly,
Each one is slightly different than its predecessor.
Each one silencing the air around it with its unmatched beauty.
Perfection;
Silent, blissful perfection.
Topped only by the sound that follows its deafening silence.
Children laughing gaily,
Amazed by God's grace.
And people coming together to celebrate life for all it's worth.
~ Jacaida Taylor
