Angels of snow- by Joanetta Hendel
Snow angels live in splendor,
In a land beyond all tears,
Where time and space do not exist,
No sadness, pain, nor fear.
Held closely to the bosom
Of Everlasting Light,
Each cherub frolics happily,
In fanciful delight.
I long to be within their midst,
Where crystal majesty,
Gives way to charming images,
Of winter fantasy.
Let me follow close behind,
When Ive lived out my days,
The path where angels of the snow,
Live and love and play.
