Barb's Sweet Tea
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
When Angels Rush In
Into this silent night
as we make our weary way
we know not where,
just when the night becomes its darkest
and we cannot see our path,
just then
is when angels rush in,
their hands full of stars
by Ann Weems
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