A lone voice whispers
The invisible Angel smiled at the rows of sorrowful patients
Which lay before it on ward twenty-one of Saint Peters hospital
In New Brunswick
New Jersey
As it then looked at just one particular sorry soul whose body was now broken and bent
For it was why he was summoned by heartfelt prayers
Whispered to be heard for it to be dutifully sent
The smile it carried wasn't a smile of ill judgement
Or dismay but of immense hope
To change the sad vibrations at play
For it knew the recently diagnosed patient would find the tenacity and strength to eventually cope
For they all do
It's a silent degree
A line spoken by the Almighty
Which all things follow if they believe whatever it says
All they have to do is call for them and pray
To summon angels from The Great In-Between
The bringers of such priceless envelopes to soothe the soul
The invisible folk
Who'll follow like betrothed guardian philanthropists
Just huddled together
Sleeping in the shade of the Great In-Between trees
The Eternal Water Oaks
Waiting for psychic calls to spring into action
Flying into the lonely caressing arms of the swirling grey mists
Which moved and flowed all around
Like it had a phenomenal supernatural intelligence
Hiding those sleeping in the grey smoke
By The Great Grey Oaks by its smoke which it uses to cloak
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