The crystal angel who flew the heavens
Fell from grace to earth and broke to
shatters-
Shards and pieces scattered along the
garden’s path...
Whence came the young maiden with golden
hair
To find the splintered glass without form
or design
And only she could see the whole of the
true cast
of the fallen crystal angel and that his heart was hers...
She gathered all the glass and with years
of care and love
Created frame where each piece a
different hue
Shaping into a beautiful glass sculpture
Of stain glass colors that chime in the
breeze of life
With musical notes dancing into the
garden
And forever in revelry of a long life together.
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