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Poem: "Winter Angels" - The Wordsmith's Forge
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Poem: "Winter Angels"

This poem is spillover from the December 5, 2013 Poetry Fishbowl.  It was inspired by prompts from kelkyag and aldersprig.  It also fills the "toys and games" square on my 11-26-13 card for the Origfic Bingo fest.  This poem has been sponsored by DW user Chanter_greenie.  It belongs to the series Monster House.

Winter Angels

For some reason,
we see them more in winter
than we do in summer --

snow angels clad all in white
as they lounge in the parks,
Christmas angels robed in red and green
clinging to the tops of the trees,
nativity angels with golden wings
watching over the crèche at the church.

There are angel Barbie dolls,
angel books and angel games.
My parents like to buy them for the kids,
who are happy to play with whatever they get
but understand that there's more to angels
than tinsel and toys.

Angels give us a glimpse
of something sacred,
beyond the reach of this world
that holds mortal and immortal alike.

There are the Old Things, of course,
like the lurking shadow's dark mother,
not exactly gods as such
but natural forces with
a strange and potent personality.

God is like one of those laser shows
where you can see an image
only out of the corner of your eye,
that vanishes when you look at it directly --
something vivid yet transcendent,
not of this world.

From the presence of angels and golems
we infer the existence of God,
a warm light against the cold dark
and life drawn out of dumb clay,
children's laughter under the evergreens
drawing us all together in awe.

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A crèche is a set of figures displaying a nativity scene.

See some angel Barbie dolls.

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