Shape Of A Joyful Angel
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Mark Heathcote
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Once verdant and holy green
Now gold and silver baron
In autumn's glowing sheen
A single oak leaf has a clown
The shape of a joyful angel
Cradling in the wind asleep…
In deepening drifts eternal
A world turns idolatry bronze
Where redden eyes weep
And men in long Johns
In distant alleyways meet
Gathered like windswept batons
We too with these angels will greet…
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