The angel bowed her gentle head
And clutched the broken heart.
She knew no way of fixing it,
Nor even how to start;
So she just held its jagged shards
In loving, quiet hands
And sang to it of all it knew.
An angel understands
That even shattered hearts still love
With every broken beat;
Though love spills out through all the cracks,
That love is pure and sweet.
Then as she sang of loved ones lost
Her heart began to feel;
And when she sang of all their love
Her heart began to heal.
For Carol P and Brian: For all the love they shared with each other and with the world.
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