(A lone voice whispers)
The invisible Angel smiled at all the sorrowful covid patients
Sending out love and light to each
Who laid before it
On ward twenty-one of Saint Peters hospital
And then looked at just one particular sad soul
Thomas Moore
Whose body was now broken and bent
For it was why he was summoned and dutifully sent
The smile it carried wasn't a smile of ill judgement but of profound hope
For it knew the recently diagnosed patient would find the tenacity and strength to eventually cope
For they all do
All they have to do is call for them
Angels from The Great In-Between
The bringers of such priceless depositions to soothe the soul
The invisible folk
Who'll follow like betrothed guardian philanthropists
But now in a world filled with receding faith
They sometimes just huddle together
By the eternal fire burning in the swirling neverending mists
Standing and waiting for just a prayer or call
So they can fly into action
To break free of the lonely caressing arms of the Astral Realms grey smoke
Which moved and flowed all around them
With a phenomenal supernatural intelligence that it chose to cloak
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